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, June 21, 2007
Decisions, Decisions
"Your act was unwise," I exclaimed "as you see by the outcome."
He solemnly eyed me.
"When choosing the course of my action," said he, "I had not the outcome to guide me."
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