On 2018-06-28, ***@gmail.com <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> She was a girlygirl and they were true men, the Lords of Creation, but ???she
> pitted her wits against them and she won.
EVERYONE should know this one by heart. (I know they don't.) Cordwainer Smith,
Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger, you are not forgotten.
> He doesn't know which one of us I am these days, but they know one truth.
Fondly Fahrenheit! All reet the heat.
> Americans are considered crazy anywhere in the world.
There's good reasons for that, actually. I'm not sure _any_ of us are sane, and
culture and upbringing has a lot to do with it. Oh, And He Built A Crooked
House And Senate.
This one's technically cheating, but it IS part of the first sentence, which is
also the first paragraph:
'and what is the use of a book [...] without pictures or conversation?'
and of course
One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it: --
it was the black kitten's fault entirely.
James Quincy Holden was five years old.
"TheyÆre sending us a Rust, somebody who goes by Blossom, and Halt."
APPEARANCES are deceiving. A polished chunk of metal that shines like a
Christmas-tree ornament may hold ù and release ù energy to destroy a city.
"Then you mean to say there is no such thing as the _smallest_ particle
of matter?" asked the Doctor.
_The universe is steeped in voices._
(... needed to install DeDRM in my Calibre first. I paid for the book, this is
MY copy, not yours. Folding, spindling, and/or mutilating it is Allowed.)
Aánote from the author: The following is compiled from a number of sources,
including humans. It may therefore be inaccurate in a number of details.
Outside her dream it was winter, and night. But Sirronde wandered beyond the
gates of dream, straying a long while among the golden landscapes of long-dead
summers, until at last she came to the forges of evening.
I remember what it was like, being bathed in the radiance of the swan.
I remember being good.
All children, except one, grow up.
Perion afterward remembered the two weeks spent at Bellegarde as in recovery
from illness a person might remember some long fever dream which was all of an
intolerable elvish brightness and of incessant laughter everywhere.
Her hair was a brilliant green. So was her spectacularly filled halter. So were
her tight short-shorts, her lipstick, and the lacquer on her finger- and
The one-man clopter was zipping over New Mexico when Kent Lindstrom's left hand
dropped its side of the book of Beethoven sonatas. Kent stared with annoyance
as the hand reached forward to fool with the manual control wheel.
One night when I had tasted bitterness I went out on to the hill.
Dave, some of these are admittedly more obscure than I'd like
\/David DeLaney posting thru EarthLink - "It's not the pot that grows the flower
It's not the clock that slows the hour The definition's plain for anyone to see
Love is all it takes to make a family" - R&P. VISUALIZE HAPPYNET VRbeable<BLINK>
my gatekeeper archives are no longer accessible :( / I WUV you in all CAPS! --K.