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Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.
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Well, then. Whatever trauma you went through, these things don't last forever. You can't hate all men." The smile is back. "Oh, there wasn't any trauma, Don, and I
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so much more opportunity now." Her voice trails off. "Hurrah for women's lib, eh?" "The lib?" Impatiently she leans forward and tugs the serape straight. "Oh, that's doomed." The apocalyptic word jars my attention. "What do you mean, doomed?" She glances at me as if I weren't hanging straight either and says vaguely, "Oh ..." "Come on, why doomed? Didn't they get that equal rights bill?" Long hesitation. When she speaks again her voice is d..
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I think they're gentle," she mutters. "For Christ's sake, Ruth, they're
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Se anche ci capitasse d'incontrare Geova, o Allah, o Visnu, io continuerei a basarmi sulla seconda legge della termodinamica.
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Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta.
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sleep
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Bethesda ... Would I be wrong in guessing you work for Uncle Sam?" "Why, yes. You must be very familiar with Washington, Mr. Fenton. Does your work bring you there often?" Anywhere but on our sandbar the little ploy would have worked. My hunter's gene twitches. "Which agency are you with?" She gives up gracefully. "Oh, just GSA records. I'm a librarian."
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DOCTOR AIN WAS recognized on the Omaha-Chicago flight. A biologist colleague from Pasadena came out of the toilet and saw Ain in an aisle seat. Five years before, this man had been jealous of Ain's huge grants. Now he nodded coldly and was surprised at the intensity of Ain's response. He almost turned back to speak, but he felt too tired; like nearly everyone, he was fighting the flu. The stewardess handing out coats after they landed remem..
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Nothing but the effects of dust and vapor in the thin skin of air whereupon she crawls wingless.
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He was wise in the ways of pain. He had to be, for he felt none. When the Xenons put electrodes to his testicles, he was vastly entertained by the pretty lights. When the Ylls fed firewasps into his nostrils and other body orifices the resultant rainbows pleased him. And when later they regressed to simple disjointments and eviscerations, he noted with interest the deepening orchid hues that stood for irreversible harm. "This time?" he aske..
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A voice spoke in his head, mellow and vast: "Who's there?" he quavered. "Who are you?" "Malfunction! Malfunction!" squalled the scouter. "Shut up, it's not a malfunction. Who's talking to me?" The scouter was lunging wildly, buffeting him as it tried to escape the white grasp. Strange crunches, firings of unknown weapons. Still the white stasis held. "What do you want?" he cried.
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Briefly he has lived in a dream more real than all his miserable life.
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It's an overreaction, my dear. History goes by swings. People overreact and pass harsh unrealistic laws which attempt to stamp out an essential social process. When this happens, the people who understand have to carry on as best they can until the pendulum swings back.
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sociology
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Brash souls made jokes about what must be mountains of unread spy-eye data stored who knew where and how.
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nsa
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For dreams that never die.
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So the wave of Life mounts under the lash of Death, grows, gathers force in unbounded diversity. Ever-perishing, ever-resurgent, it foams to higher, more complex victories upon the avalanche of its corpses. As a wave swells, it surges, swarming, striving ever more strongly, achieving ever more intricate strategies of evasion, flinging itself in wilder trajectories to escape its pain.
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A woman writing of the joy and terror of furious combat, or of the lust of torture and killing, or of the violent forms of evil--isn't taken quite seriously. Because women aren't as capable of violent physical assault--not to speak of rape--as men are[...] So when one who writes about serious, violent evil turns out to be female, some readers may feel cheated--particularly if an action scene has stirred them. Now it all seems flat, even fal..
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Are you . . . a policeman?
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Well, what brand of water do you drink?" "Just what was in the faucet, sir," says Delphi humbly. "I--I did try to boil it--" "Good God."
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With your hand controlling all the input and your eye reading all the response you can make them a god . . . and somebody'll do the same for you.
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