I have no hesitation in saying that I have no comment – and you can quote me that that is strictly off the record.
Little Brother... precious darling... little imp with lively legs and lovely lewd lascivious lecherous licentious libido... beautiful bumps and pert posterior... with soft voice and gentle hands. My baby darling.
Samuel Clemens put it: “Where she was, there was Eden.” Omar phrased it: “-thou beside me in the wilderness, ah wilderness were paradise enow.” Browning termed it “Summum Bonum.” All were asserting the same great truth, which is for me: Heaven is where Margrethe is.
I can think of no surer way to destroy confidence at our most critical period than by having a leader who wears a mask.
The wicked flee when no man pursueth.
To Mahmoud, Harshaw looked like a museum exhibit of what he thought of as a “Yank” – vulgar, dressed too informally for the occasion, loud, probably ignorant and almost certainly provincial. A professional man, too, which made it worse, as in Dr. Mahmoud’s experience most American professional men were under-educated and narrow, mere technicians.
Even with Las Vegas giddy around me I felt as alone as Robinson Crusoe.
Have heard of armies where boss is not told to shut up – word is ‘discipline.’ But we were amateurs.
Jubal, you talk like a harem guard trying to convince a whole man of the advantages of being a eunuch.
His lights blinked in binary read-out as he answered by voder, “Eleven thousand two hundred thirty-eight with uncertainty plus-minus eighty-one representing possible identities and nulls. Shall I start program?
People are so used to the computer net today that it is easy to forget what a window to the world it can be – and I include myself. One can grow so canalized in using a terminal only in certain ways – paying bills, making telephonic calls, listening to news bulletins – that one can neglect its richer uses. If a subscriber is willing to pay for the service, almost anything can be done at a terminal that can be done out of bed.
If a captain worries about the safety of his command, those under him need not worry.
Belle was not only a perfect secretary and office manager, she also had personal specs which would have delighted Praxiteles and a fragrance which affected me the way catnip does Pete.
It was a belt canteen of flexible synthetic divided into half-litre pockets. The weight was taken by shoulder straps and a tube ran up the left suspender, ending in a nipple near his mouth, so that he might drink without taking it off.
Privacy is as necessary as company; you can drive a man crazy by depriving him of either.
We have had enough guesses; I’ll state the obvious: Under our system every voter and officeholder is a man who has demonstrated through voluntary and difficult service that he places the welfare of the group ahead of personal advantage. And that is the one practical difference. He may fail in wisdom, he may lapse in civic virtue. But his average performance is enormously better than that of any other class of rulers in history.
What I fear most are affirmative actions of sober and well- intentioned men, granting to government powers to do something that appears to need doing.
Each copy is guaranteed – or double your money back – to be printed on genuine paper of enough pages to hold the covers apart.
I hadn’t been surprised when he kicked over his career to stand up for what he felt was right. Real officers did that.
These pretty pictures and bright medallions were not “money”; they were symbols for an idea which spread through these people, all through their world. But things were not money, any more than water shared was growing-closer. Money was an idea, as abstract as an Old-One’s thoughts – money was a great structured symbol for balancing and healing and growing closer.