“Like Holden, I don’t feel like going into all that David Copperfield crap, although in my case, a little about my parents you may find more interesting than reading about me.”
– Apropos of Nothing., by Woody Allen
EDIT: That is not a typo. The period after “Nothing” is part of the title.
D’oh! :smack: I left out a couple of words. Let me try that again:
“Like Holden, I don’t feel like going into all that David Copperfield kind of crap, although in my case, a little about my parents you may find more interesting than reading about me.”
“The news was everywhere on the River Bank and had been heard as far as the Wild Wood: Sunflower Cottage just above the weir had been taken by two female animals, and it was being set up for quite an extended stay.”
The River Bank: A Sequel to The Wind in the Willows, by Kij Johnson
“My planet fetish began, as best I can recall, in third grade, at age eight–right around the time I learned that Earth had siblings in space, just as I had older brothers in high school and college.”
For about half a league after we came out of the little harbor on Newark Bay at Elizabeth, New Jersey - with its strewn alleys and broken buildings, its pervading aura of collapse, where the mayor himself had met us at the dock and stood before a podium his staff fetched up for him to set his speech on, words to launch us on that Earth Day across the continent as he reminded us of history here, of George Washington on nearly the same date being rowed across to New York City on the last leg of his inaugural journey - and for the half league down the Kill Van Kull (there Henry Hudson lost a sailor to an arrow through the neck), we had to lay in behind a rusting Norwegian freighter heading out to sea with so little cargo that her massive props were no more than half in the water and slapping up a thunderous wake and thrashing such a roil it sent our little teakettle of a boat rolling fore and aft.
“The Purple Sage opened his mouth and moved his tongue and so spake to them and he said: 'The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle; the beasts of nature flock together and the nations of men flock apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere water becomes ice and melts; and then on other days it just rains.”
-Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, The Eye In The Pyramid
“The debutante ritual flourished roughly from 1780 to 1914–beginning with the first debutante ball in London and ending with the outbreak of World War I.”
The Season: A Social History of the Debutante, by Kristen Richardson
Imagine that a small group of people had invented a fully functioning jet airplane capable of flying long distances at hundreds of miles an hour, decades before the Wright brothers cast their fragile craft into the wind for twelve seconds over North Carolina sand dunes in 1903.
The Friendly Orange Glow by Brian Dear.
The jet in this case being the PLATO system on which we had many of the cyberculture features we’re familiar with today in the early 1970s.
My Star Trek preview column from the first online newspaper gets a few lines. And I found that undergrads at the University of Illinois set their class schedules around the Star Trek schedule I put in it.