I Think We Need Politicians; We Need

Dead Air' Is Full Of Rants; It's A Rant-based Book. Yes, It's Self-indulgence. I Plead Guilty; Mea Culpa.

"you Like Music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin Asked, Leaning Over To The Man. Gurgeh Nodded. "well, A Little Does No Harm."

I Am Not Being Obtuse. You Are Being Paranoid.

Stories Set In The Culture In Which Things Went Wrong Tended To Start With Humans Losing Or Forgetting Or Deliberately Leaving Behind Their Terminal. It Was A Conventional Opening, The Equivalent Of Straying Off The Path In The Wild Woods In One Age, Or A Car Breaking Down At Night On A Lonely Road In Another.

One Should Never Mistake Pattern For Meaning.