Euphemisms Are For The Differently Brained.

Time Didn't Pass; It Tailgated.

Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared Pain Is Lessened.

I'm Going To Live Forever, Or Die Trying !

Me, I Have A Science Fiction Writer's Conviction That The Damn Robot Is Supposed To Speak Human, Not The Other Way Around.

And I Repeat: If There Is Anything That Can Divert The Land Of My Birth From Its Current Stampede Into The Stone Age, It Is The Widespread Dissemination Of The Thoughts And Perceptions That Robert Heinlein Has Been Selling As Entertainment Since 1939.