We Think We Know What We Are

In Truth, One Of Our Company, The Solemn Warrior Ecthgow, Was So Demented From Liquor That He Was Drunk While Still Upon His Horse, And He Fell Attempting To Dismount. Now The Horse Kicked Him In The Head, And I Feared For His Safety, But Ecthgow Laughed And Kicked The Horse Back.

If You Gamble Long Enough, You'll Always Lose -- The Gambler Is Always Ruined.

The Past History Of Human Belief Is A Cautionary Tale. We Have Killed Thousands Of Our Fellow Human Beings Because We Believed They Had Signed A Contract With The Devil, And Had Become Witches. We Still Kill More Than A Thousand People Each Year For Witchcraft. In My View, There Is Only One Hope For Humankind To Emerge From What Carl Sagan Called "the Demon-haunted World" Of Our Past. That Hope Is Science.

Social Control Is Best Managed Through Fear.

This Novel Is Fiction, Except For The Parts That Aren't.