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"
But can it make a decent cup of tea? That's what I want to know.
ReplyDeleteJohn, American weapons systems make coffee, not tea. Everybody knows we fought a revolution over not wanting to drink tea!
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I thought so, no tea. Super weapon, bah!
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