There Is No Cause So Good Or

Spray A Book With Insect Spray, Drop It In A Bag, Add Some Mothballs And Seal It. Put It In Another Bag And Seal It. Another. The Packages Piled Up On The Floor, Each A Book Sealed In Four Plastic Envelopes.

The Majority Is Always Sane.

I Don't Have A Strong Interest In History.

Everything Starts As Somebody's Daydream.

I'd Visit The Near Future, Close Enough That Someone Might Want To Talk To Larry Niven And Can Figure Out The Language; Distant Enough To Get Me Decent Medical Techniques And A Ticket To The Moon.