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, January 25, 2008
Self-Piracy
Pirate your own books? Are you some kind of pixel-stained techno-peasant? What? Your sales go from 1,000 to 1 million a year? Must be some sort of fluke.
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