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Soon Equates To Good, Later To Worse, Uagen Zlepe, Scholar. Therefore, Immediacy.

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.

Any Theory Which Causes Solipsism To Seem Just As Likely An Explanation For The Phenomena It Seeks To Describe Ought To Be Held In The Utmost Suspicion.

What Is Any Achievement, However Great It Was, Once Time Itself Is Dead?

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."