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“I said it was childish, didn’t I? But where is the person who isn’t childish now and then?
We naturally see our virtues with clearer eyes than we see our defects.
“I could make wild promises, but of what value would that be to you? The fact that my promises are cautious and limited should show you that they are at least sincere.”
“Councilman, here on Comporellon, every aspect of sex is strongly controlled. It may not take place out of marriage. Its expression is limited even within marriage. We are sadly shocked at those worlds, at Terminus, particularly, where sex seems to be considered a mere social pleasure of no great importance to be indulged in when, how, and with whom one pleases without regard to the values of religion.”
The GOP as a planet!
“All is bad that is imposed from without,”
“Exactly, and that is the reason I don’t publish the material. It sounds incredible.
I like when an author uses a world like ‘incredible’ literally
The Far Star had accelerated to a speed of 0.1 c, one tenth the speed of light. Trevize knew well that, in theory, the ship could be accelerated to nearly the speed of light, but he also knew that, in practice, 0.1 c was the reasonable limit.
Do they ever mention the effects of relativity in these books or did they say the gravities ships somehow defy the laws of physics?
The story is—if you want tradition—that Hari Seldon devised psychohistory by modeling it upon the kinetic theory of gases. Each atom or molecule in a gas moves randomly so that we can’t know the position or velocity of any one of them. Nevertheless, using statistics, we can work out the rules governing their overall behavior with great precision. In the same way, Seldon intended to work out the overall behavior of human societies even though the solutions would not apply to the behavior of individual human beings.”
concentrate. I’ve set up an arbitrary prime meridian
“Earth built underground,” said Pelorat. “The Caves of Steel, they called their cities.
One of the Robot books!
‘House’ is an archaic word for ‘mansion.’
Well…
“Common? Then other Solarians also have these death chambers?” asked Trevize. “Oh yes, we all do, but mine is the best, the most elaborate, the most perfectly preserved.”
This being is the Trump of Solaria
I was just testing to see if we were ready for the Jump. We are, just about, but I think I’ll give it a few more hours, just for luck.”
It’s seriously stressing me out that he won’t just do the jump as soon as possible to wherever that’s not this star system where they’re wanted for murder
So now, with the “family group” watching, he drew a deep breath, held it, then expelled it in a between-the-lips whistle as he gave the computer its final instruction. The star-pattern shifted in a silent discontinuity and the viewscreen became barer, for he had been taken into a region in which the stars were somewhat sparser. And there, nearly in the center, was a brightly gleaming star.
Phew
“Perhaps it will be three times lucky.” Trevize raised his eyebrows. “Where did you get that phrase?” “It’s an old one,” said Pelorat. “I found it in an ancient legend. It means success on the third try, I should think.”
He said, “In all human history, no other intelligence has impinged on us, to our knowledge. This need only continue a few more centuries, perhaps little more than one ten thousandth of the time civilization has already existed, and we will be safe. After all,” and here Trevize felt a sudden twinge of trouble, which he forced himself to disregard, “it is not as though we had the enemy already here and among us.” And he did not look down to meet the brooding eyes of Fallom—hermaphroditic, transductive, different—as they rested, unfathomably, on him.
What a way to end the book when it’s [chronologically] the last in the series?
