I'm A Devoted Husband. That Must Strike

Half The Fun Of Writing A Novel Is Finding Out From Other People Later On What You Actually Meant.

I'm From Out Of Town," He Said Breezily. This Was True. He'd Never Been Within A Hundred Light-years Of The Place.

Look At These Humans! How Could Such Glacial Slowness Even Be Called Life? An Age Could Pass, Virtual Empires Rise And Fall In The Time They Took To Open Their Mouths To Utter Some New Inanity!

People Were Always Sorry. Sorry They Had Done What They Had Done, Sorry They Were Doing What They Were Doing, Sorry They Were Going To Do What They Were Going To Do; But They Still Did Whatever It Is. The Sorrow Never Stopped Them; It Just Made Them Feel Better. And So The Sorrow Never Stopped.

Maybe It Wasn't Anything Remotely To Do With Religion, Mysticism Or Metaphilosophy After All; Maybe It Was More Banal; Maybe It Was Just...accounting.