 How does Glmpauszn change over the story?
A Gleeb for Earth By CHARLES SHAFHAUSER Illustrated by EMSH In two days I, Glmpauszn, will be born. I have attuned myself to a fetus within the body of a not-woman in the not-world. So I must communicate with you by what the not-world calls "mail" till we meet. I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury of facts from indirect sources. He does not know he writes it. You must never know of my exact location, for the not-people might have access to the information. I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from the pod on the gateway into its crib and will be its exact vibrational likeness. I will grow up as the not-child in order that I might destroy the not-people completely. All is well, only they shot this information file into my matrix too fast. There is no way of describing to you in not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my birth. My not-mother (Gezsltrysk!) I learned the following day that the opposite component of my not-mother, my not-father, had been away riding on some conveyance during my birth. He did not arrive till three days after I was born. They apprehended him on the stairs and I heard him babble something about my being a monster and no child of his. My not-mother appeared at the doorway and instead of being pleased at the progress of my growth, she fell down heavily. From now on I will refer to not-people simply as people, dropping the qualifying preface except where comparisons must be made between this alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people refer to our world as never-never land and other anomalies. In simple terms then: I crept into a cave and slipped into a kind of sleep, directing my squhjkl ulytz & uhrytzg ... According to my catalog of information, the impressions aroused by it are of beauty. You know, one of your earliest instructions was to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not let yourself believe they do. Not when it results in riots at five in the morning. Beauty, pain, fear, hate, love, laughter.
 He seems more and more interested in human mannerisms and in adopting them.
 He finds that he doesn't want to invate the not-world.  He understands humans less as he encounters them and tries to mirror their behavior.  He eventually finds defeat in his conquest.  He seems more and more interested in human mannerisms and in adopting them.