There Once Was A Brainy Baboon, Who

It Cannot Be Denied That For A Society Which Has To Create Scarcity To Save Its Members From Starvation, To Whom Abundance Spells Disaster, And To Whom Unlimited Energy Means Unlimited Power For War And Destruction, There Is An Ominous Cloud In The Distance Though At Present It Be No Bigger Than A Man's Hand.

There Once Was A Brainy Baboon, Who Always Breathed Down A Bassoon, For He Said, It Appears That In Billions Of Years I Shall Certainly Hit On A Tune.

When An Investigator Has Developed A Formula Which Gives A Complete Representation Of The Phenomena Within A Certain Range, He May Be Prone To Satisfaction. Would It Not Be Wiser If He Should Say 'foiled Again! I Can Find Out No More About Nature Along This Line.'

We Have Found That Where Science Has Progressed The Farthest, The Mind Has But Regained From Nature That Which The Mind Has Put Into Nature. We Have Found A Strange Foot-print On The Shores Of The Unknown. We Have Devised Profound Theories, One After Another, To Account For Its Origin. At Last, We Have Succeeded In Reconstructing The Creature That Made The Foot-print. And Lo! It Is Our Own.

I Am Aware That Many Critics Consider The Conditions In The Stars Not Sufficiently Extreme . . . The Stars Are Not Hot Enough. The Critics Lay Themselves Open To An Obvious Retort: We Tell Them To Go And Find A Hotter Place.