In The Tale, In The Telling, We

He Is Far Too Intelligent To Become Really Cerebral.

The Machine Conceals The Machinations.

All Men Were Alien One To Another, At Times, Not Only Aliens.

It's A Rare Gift, To Know Where You Need To Be, Before You've Been To All The Places You Don't Need To Be.

Dead Anarchists Make Martyrs, You Know, And Keep Living For Centuries. But Absent Ones Can Be Forgotten.