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"
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Red Sky
Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky at morning, sailor's take warning.
Half clearing, half cloudy. And as the sun was coming up, it started pouring rain. So the light outside was very red and very wet.
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