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It Is Not Extraordinary That The Extraterrestrial Origin Of Women Was A Recurrent Theme Of Science Fiction.

Cats Are Only Human, They Have Their Faults.

A Blonde Girl Wearing A Man's Shirt But In All Other Visible Respects Unmanly To The Point Of Outright Effeminacy.

I Was Never An Angry Young Man. I Am Angry Only When I Hit My Thumb With A Hammer.

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.