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Nothing uses up alcohol faster than political argument. I sent for another bottle.
Prof accepted idea of a self-aware computer easier than I accepted idea of snow first time I saw.
“One minute!” she called out. She’s ungirlish girl; she appeared in one minute.
Prof set us straight: Easier to get people to hate than to get them to love.
Nothing frustrates a man so much as not letting him get in his say.
Was a pyramided swindle based on fact, unknown to me but known to Prof and latent in Mike’s immense knowledge, that most money is simply bookkeeping.
“But, dear lady, while we are staking our lives, we are old enough to know it. For that, one should have an emotional grasp of death. Children seldom are able to realize that death will come to them personally. One might define adulthood as the age at which a person learns that he must die . . . and accepts his sentence undismayed.”
WHEN MIKE STARTED writing poetry I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to publish it! Shows how thoroughly humanity had corrupted this innocent machine that he should wish to see his name in print.
Comrade Clayton turned out to be young Japanese—not too young, but they all look young till suddenly look old.
Questionable here
Where do you start explaining when a man’s words show there isn’t anything he understands about subject, instead is loaded with preconceptions that don’t fit facts and doesn’t even know he has?
At end of that time Finn’s men, waiting in p-suits at Warden’s private tube station, broke latch on airlock and went in, “shoulder to shoulder.” Luna was ours.
Lfg
A man who finks on his friends once will do it again and we have a long period ahead in which a fink can be dangerous;
Another time some pompous choom proposed that bad breath and body odors be made an elimination offense. Could almost sympathize, having been stuck on occasion in a capsule with such stinks.
Must be a yearning deep in human heart to stop other people from doing as they please. Rules, laws—always for other fellow. A murky part of us, something we had before we came down out of trees, and failed to shuck when we stood up. Because not one of those people said: “Please pass this so that I won’t be able to do something I know I should stop.” Nyet, tovarishchee, was always something they hated to see neighbors doing. Stop them “for their own good”—not because speaker claimed to be harmed by it.
