Second Foundation (Foundation, #3)

by Isaac Asimov

The young man’s curly hair was just sufficiently disheveled to allow a single curl to droop over the forehead—as if it had been carefully placed there—and even teeth showed in a smile that matched it. Vaguely, the stiff officer felt himself harden against the other.

PLEASE rephrase

“Are we matching paradoxes, or is this all a word game to see who can say the least in the most words?”

The Mule was calm. “You know, of course, of the destruction of Tazenda.” “I do. The assault by your fleet was foreseen.” Grimly: “Yes, so I suppose. But not prevented, eh?” — “No, not prevented.” The First Speaker’s emotional symbology was plain.

I don’t understand the use of page breaks like this in the middle of conversations at seemingly random points

“And tell me, what do you think of all this. A finished work of art, is it not?” “Definitely!” “Wrong! It is not.”

😂

I always get so restless when I have to listen to explanations.

“You see, I happen to know where the Second Foundation really is.”

Okay this is like the 6th character to declare this and it’s getting old.