Millions For Nonsense, But Not

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

It's Been Suggested That Most Women Fail To Write Significantly Because The Female Mind Is Viscerotonic, And Occupied Almost Exclusively With The Moment-to-moment Reality Of Emotions. If This Is True, Literature's Loss Is Science Fiction's Gain, For Out Of Bounds, Judith Merril's Collection Of Short Stories, Is A Warm And Colorful Rendering Of The Minutiae Of The Future.

Gully Foyle Is My Name And Terra Is My Nation Deep Space Is My Dwelling Place The Stars My Destination

One Of The Things That Everybody Knows About Space Travel But Never Mentions Is Its Aphrodisiac Quality.

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.