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"
Thursday, March 22, 2012
London Calling
What social networking in Merry Olde London was like: the coffeehouse as a hotbed of social discourse. Nowadays, you don't fool anyone when you in a coffee shop with your laptop.
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