Don't Ask The World To

This Was A Golden Age, A Time Of High Adventure, Rich Living And Hard Dying... But Nobody Thought So. This Was A Future Of Fortune And Theft, Pillage And Rapine, Culture And Vice... But Nobody Admitted It. This Was An Age Of Extremes, A Fascinating Century Of Freaks... But Nobody Loved It.

Eight, Sir; Seven, Sir; Six, Sir; Five, Sir; Four, Sir; Three, Sir; Two, Sir; One! Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tension, Apprehension, And Dissension Have Begun.

"there's Got To Be More To Life Than Just Living," Foyle Said To The Robot. "then Find It For Yourself, Sir. Don't Ask The World To Stop Moving Because You Have Doubts." "why Can't We All Move Forward Together?" "because You're All Different. You're Not Lemmings. Some Must Lead, And Hope That The Rest Will Follow." "who Leads?" "the Men Who Must... Driven Men, Compelled Men." "freak Men." "you're All Freaks, Sir. But You Always Have Been Freaks. Life Is A Freak. That's Its Hope And Glory."

If You Can Have Everything At Fifty That You Wanted When You Were Fifteen, You're Happy.

Damn You!" Dagenham Raged, "don't You Realize That You Can't Trust People? They Don't Know Enough For Their Own Good." "then Let Them Learn Or Die. We're All In This Together. Let's Live Or Die Together.