Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Friday, June 29, 2007
Common Sense
"You wouldn't feel at home in anything that didn't have a navigational system and a lot of nasty firepower, Ilia."
"'Sounds like a reasonable definition of common sense to me."
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