This Novel Is Fiction, Except For The

Caring Is Irrelevant. Desire To Do Good Is Irrelevant. All That Counts Is Knowledge And Results

Nobody Believes A Weather Prediction Twelve Hours Ahead. Now We're Being Asked To Believe A Prediction That Goes Out 100 Years Into The Future? And Make Financial Investments Based On That Prediction? Has Everybody Lost Their Minds?

Sneaking Up On It Sometimes Helps: I've Found I Can Be Very Productive For An Hour Before Dinner, Because There Obviously Isn't Enough Time To Really Do Anything, So I Can Tell Myself I'm Just Screwing Around.

The Fact That The Patients Were Complex Human Beings With A Rich Life Beyond The Hospital Never Really Sank Into The Consciousness Of The Residents. Because They Had No Rich Lives Beyond The Hospital, They Assumed No One Else Did, Either. In The End, What They Lacked Was Not Medical Knowledge But Ordinary Life Experience.

In The Information Society, Nobody Thinks. We Expect To Banish Paper, But We Actually Banish Thought.