“No, not really.” She gave Nimitz one last swipe with the towel and shooed him out of her lap so she could stand.
“Fell in the poll, did he?”
“Not exactly. He decided to play ground attack with tennis balls, and the dastardly enemy’s return fire shot him down.”
This phenomena is the storm in which the Nimitz went through less than 18 hours ago, the storm has had some effect on time as we know it, it created a portal, a door into another era. Today is December 7, 1941… I’m sure we are all aware of the significance of this date in this place in history. We are going to fight a battle that was lost before most of you were born. This time, with God’s help, its going to be different… Good Luck.
Energy to change the odds!
I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by.
This is why we’re here. Because this little gray rock sells for $20 million a kilo. That’s the only reason. This is what pays for the whole party, and it’s what pays for your science. Those savages are threatening our whole operation. We’re on the brink of war and you’re supposed to be finding me a diplomatic solution. So use what you’ve got, and get me some results.
I smell diplomacy.
“A most perceptive observation, Chester,” Earlyworm said, bestowing a 24-w (Gracious Condescension) leavened with a hint of 7-y (Expectation of Great Things in Due Course) on the lucky bureaucrat, at which his fellow underlings around the table were quick to bombard him with approbation, ranging from Faintlady’s 12.7-x (Knew You Had It In You, Fella) to Felix’s more restrained 119-a (We’re All Pulling For You, Lad), to which he responded with a shy 3-v (Modest Awareness of Virtue).
I wanted to be a psychological engineer, but we lacked the facilities, so I did the next best thing - I went into politics. It’s practically the same thing.
Nicely worded, Duv. We’ll make a politician of you yet.
War is the failure of politics.
War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.
Character is what you are in the dark.
That’s good. That’s very good. But how do you know that anything else exists?
I know where I came from—but where did all you zombies come from?
He wanted to kick the vile thing until what was left would have to be scraped off the walls, but he didn’t have time for that.
This is where genocide comes to kick back and relax. Do try the fish. Is this interesting?
The Guild and the entire universe depends on spice. He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing.
The control lies in Oddy’s Id…in that deep unconscious reservoir of primordial selfishness that lies within every man.
Morbius, that thing out there - it’s you.
“Monsters, John! Monsters from the Id!”
eta: I see great minds think alike, but since we used separate quotes…the game is afoot!