Guess what? There’s no tomorrow… Know why, baby? 'Cause it’ll never get here.
Maxim 21: Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Take his fish away and tell him he’s lucky just to be alive, and he’ll figure out how to catch another one for you to take tomorrow.
Give a man a fire and he’s warm for a day, but set fire to him and he’s warm for the rest of his life.
As science pushes forward, ignorance and superstition gallop around the flanks and bite science in the rear with big dark teeth.
Prove it to Gillings. He’s on his way now and he’s out to get us.
There is no law where there is no method of enforcing it.
There has grown up in the minds of certain groups in this country the notion that because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with the duty of guaranteeing such profit in the future, even in the face of changing circumstances and contrary public interest. This strange doctrine is not supported by statute nor common law.
“What is the law?”
“Not to eat meat, that is the law. Are we not men?”
“Are we not men?”
“What is the law?”
“Not to go on all fours, that is the law. Are we not men?”
“Are we not men?”
“What is the law?”
“Not to spill blood, that is the law. Are we not men?”
“Are we not men?”
“I don’t even say they’re men. They can be chamois or mountain goats or badgers or anything.”
I said stubbornly, “The witnesses said they were vaguely manlike, and the reported footprints are certainly manlike.”
The THING that walks like a man, dances like a woman, drinks like a fish, floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, and eats more metaphors before breakfast that you can shake a stick at, if that’s yer idea of a good time…
“Now! Fight like apes!”
“I will be damned. I do believe you are the genuine article, wonderboy. Didn’t know there were any left. How well can you take a punch?”
The non sequitur left Victor’s mind scrambling to catch up. “Huh?”
“Never mind,” murmured Usher. “If you don’t know, you’re about to find out.”
“I tell you sir, no simulation of combat is realistic unless you’re sweating like a pig and scared to death while you’re running it.”
I found your challenge verbose. In challenging a kzin, a simple scream of range is sufficient. You scream and you leap.
The look on Richars’s face made Miles think of a man tormenting a leopardess suddenly discovering that the creature had no leash. Which way would she pounce? Miles held his breath.
How long can you hold your breath?
Take the afternoon off.
With a mental effort, he grabbed hold of his thoughts and braked them to a stop. There was something new here, factors he hadn’t counted on. He kept reassuring himself there was an explanation for everything, once you had your facts straight.
Look, Spivey. I’m not just a backsystem hick–or I am, but I’m a hick with a rusty doctorate in macroeconomics–and you’re not seeing or thinking clearly. About the war and the Confederacion.
“I don’t know, Jim. This is a big ship. I’m just a country doctor.”