"the gaunt, silver deaths-head of the Moon forever turning beneath, the still and solemn glory of the undimmed stars, the filamentaries stretched across the distant star-clusters like shining veils"
"Stars blazed like high fires across the screen, loops and chains and shining clots of them . . . the starry firmament was partly blotted out by vast rifted ramparts of blackness, ebon cliffs that went up to infinity"
If I were stuck somewhere, where I’d be for all time;A dreary place, with neither metre nor rhyme-With only mushrooms to eat and stagnant water to drink;And time on my hands to ponder, mull and think-I’d imagine those things I’d never see, touch or taste;As I crouched eating fungi amidst disconsolate waste-The face of my wife would spring often to mind;Yet I’ll never again see her so I might as well be blind-And oh, how I’d ache to reach forth my hands;To touch my kids’ faces as I mope these dark lands...
"You see, there's another race on Sako beside the human ones, and it's a fairly civilized race. The Sakae. The trouble is—the Sakae aren't human."Kieran stared at her. "So what? If they're intelligent—""You talk as though it was the simplest thing in the world," she flashed.
"The Sakae rule the humans on that world," Paula answered. "There are some of us who don't believe they should. In the Council, we're known as the Humanity Party, because we believe that humans should not be ruled by non-humans."
"You—all you who woke me up illegally..."
"All right," she answered. "We need you, as a symbol, in a political struggle we're waging against the Sakae."
"Of all the people in that space-cemetery, we had to pick one who thinks like that," said Vaillant, with a sort of restrained fury.
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