Death Has This Much To Be Said

It's Never Pleasant To Have One's Unquestioning Beliefs Put In Their Historical Context, As I Know From Experience, I Can Assure You.

Your Attitude Measures Up To The Two Requirements Of Love. You Want To Go To Bed With Her And Can't, And You Don't Know Her Very Well. Ignorance Of The Other Person Topped Up With Deprivation, Jim. You Fit The Formula All Right, And What's More You Want To Go On Fitting It.

[science Fiction Is] That Class Of Prose Narrative Treating Of A Situation That Could Not Arise In The World We Know, But Which Is Hypothesised On The Basis Of Some Innovation In Science Or Technology, Or Pseudo-science Or Pseudo-technology, Whether Human Or Extra-terrestrial In Origin. It Is Distinguished From Pure Fantasy By Its Need To Achieve Verisimilitude And Win The 'willing Suspension Of Disbelief' Through Scientific Plausibility.

Jake Was Close To Tears. In That Moment He Saw The World In Its True Light, As A Place Where Nothing Had Ever Been Any Good And Nothing Of Significance Done: No Art Worth A Second Look, No Philosophy Of The Slightest Appositeness, No Law But Served The State, No History That Gave An Inkling Of How It Had Been And What Had Happened. And No Love, Only Egotism, Infatuation And Lust.

Misprize Common Sense At Your Peril Is My Motto.