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“There’s plenty—”“Plenty is exactly what there’s none of.”
— Gregory Benford
physicist, astronomer, novelist, writer, university teacher, science fiction writer
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“There’s plenty—”“Plenty is exactly what there’s none of.”
Soldiers for equality, uh? Glad you warned me. I’d have thought you were just thieves.
You got to learn to wait people out. Hear what they got to say. Not enough to have a majority rule, y’know. Otherwise, the minority won’t be convinced and they won’t support the plan. No point havin’ people at your elbow who’re against what you’re doin’. So we just got to talk it out Quaker-style till ever’body agrees. More efficient in the long run.
Manuel stared at the place where Piet had been. The man he had known so little would now lie in this place far beyond the moon of Islam and the cross of Rome and the hammer of Marx, in a territory open and without plan, beyond man and his encasing theories, his filters, beyond the closed rooms of the civilized mind.
As fandom grew more variegated, genzines reflected a broadening of interests, carrying personal columns of humor and reflection, science articles, amateur fiction, stylish gossip, and inevitably, thoughtful pieces on the future of fandom.
Once introduced into this world, life would never leave—there was no end to the explosive, consuming, voracious lust of long chain molecules to link and match and make of themselves yet more and more and again more.
The past was a jigsaw puzzle and you never had all the pieces.
But no, the friend’s indictment was off target; he simply liked them tall, as long as they didn’t slump down in a forlorn effort to appear shorter. It seemed obvious to him that no woman looked good trying to be something she wasn’t.
That was what drew him to mathematics. Not because it was rarefied, but because it probed to the subtle, deeper reality. People said that mathematicians were unworldly, and yammered on about how Einstein couldn’t make correct change. Nonsense. Einstein just didn’t give a damn. It was the subtle, the beautiful that concerned him.
It was one thing to be instantly attracted to a woman, and another to like her independence, the way she took no notice of what he thought of her, one way or the other. She was indeed a modern woman—not aggressive, yet not submissive. A self-possessed apartness, a lack of cling...Yes, that was what held his attention: her reserve. The promise of depths you could not guess merely by seeing her in a swimsuit.
“We will be just like the USA. Only we will be more honest.”“No you do not. You have only the party of the banks, of the money men, and they divide it into two pieces for your voting.”
Archeology is mostly a process of making associations between objects, and every discovery opens up possible resonances with things we already have. Sometimes, simply wandering through a museum or a site can open your eyes.
She stood up. “Professional? Ha! My father used to say, you have to be able to tell a tracheotomist from a cutthroat. Well, I can.”
Maybe is not a theory, you know, it is merely maybe.
Just because something’s crazy, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.
She always dressed well, but he recognized the signs of insecurity; certitude was inversely proportional to the amount of makeup.
Still, Claire hated Charlotte Brontë’s comment that she would have given all her talent to be beautiful. That condemned you always to play somebody else’s game—and, when your looks failed—finally to lose.
This was what never failed to stir her—the unfathomable gulf between today’s thinking and the way the ancients thought. They were truly alien, not merely innocent agrarians with a foolish faith.
In popularizing a scientific development it was always crucial to sail the narrow strait between the Scylla of professional contempt and the Charybdis of public befuddlement.
Hubris. They disliked questions unless there were clear answers. They believed so much in their method that they conjured up certainty out of undeniable risk.
Talkers never acted when they could talk.
“You know, my dear, you’re wrong that suffering ennobles people.” She’d stopped to massage her hip, wincing. “It simply makes one cross.”
As Kurt Vonnegut pointed out in his first novel, Player Piano, some people love problem-solving and tinkering—and that is the final, irreducible driver of human history. Wars and faiths and leaders come and go, but the problem-solvers’ slow, steady work is the fulcrum upon which history turns.
Trouble comes looking for you if you’re a fool.
Must admit it felt good. First time in years anybody ever admitted I was right.
He went to Los Angeles to do the work even though he hated the city; it was full of happy homogeneous people without structure or direction. While on the bus to work, it seemed to him Los Angeles went on long after it had already made its point.
But the answers come when they will, one piece at a time.
I would have to look, try to find a bridge that would make plausible what I knew but could scarcely prove. The standards of science are austere, unforgiving—and who would have it differently? I would have to hedge, to take one step back for each two forward, to compare and suggest and contrast, always sticking close to the data. And despite what I thought I knew now, the data would have to lead, they would have to show the way.
Thunder impresses, but it’s lightning does the work.
In its studies and learned colloquy, Faz saw and felt the tales of Men. They seemed curiously convoluted, revolving about Self. What mattered most to those who loved tales was how they concluded. Yet all Men knew how each ended. Their little dreams were rounded with a sleep.So the point of a tale was not how it ended, but what it meant. The great inspiring epic rage of Man was to find that lesson, buried in a grave.
Nothing could be sure it was itself the original. So the only intelligent course lay in enjoying whatever life a being felt—living like a mortal, in the moment.
The role of boredom in human history is underrated.
Every age is known by its pleasures, Fielding reads from the library readout. The twentieth introduced two: high speed and hallucinogenic drugs. Both proved dangerous in the long run, which made them even more interesting.
Any technology that does not appear magical is insufficiently advanced.
As fandom grew more variegated, genzines reflected a broadening of interests, carrying personal columns of humor and reflection, science articles, amateur fiction, stylish gossip, and inevitably, thoughtful pieces on the future of fandom.
Electromagnetic theory and experiment gave us the telephone, radio, TV, computers, and made the internal combustion engine practical - thus, the car and airplane, leading inevitably to the rocket and outer-space exploration.
Disintegration of structure equals information loss.
Organic forms are in the universe of things and also reside in the universe of essences. There we cannot go. … You are a spontaneous product of the universe of things. We are not. This seems to give you … windows. It was difficult for me to monitor your domestic transmissions, they fill up with branches, spontaneous paths, nuances…
They will do anything for the worker, except become one.
“The peers just fill the air with their speeches.”“And from what I've seen, vice versa.”
Only fools get to join.
At least being prosperous set one apart in England; here it guaranteed nothing, not even taste.
Everybody feels he has a right to a life of luxury — or at least comfort — so there’s a lot of frustration and resentment when the dream craps out.
Yes, perhaps that was it. For decades now the picture of the world painted by the scientists had become strange, distant, unbelievable. Far easier, then, to ignore it than try to understand. Things were too complicated. Why bother? Turn on the telly, luv. Right.
It was an example of what he thought of as the Law of Controversy: Passion was inversely proportional to the amount of real information available.
To shine is better than to reflect.
All right, he thought, so the details were not perfect. But maybe, in a sense, that was part of the magic, too.
There was something about such reflex stupidity that never failed to irritate him.
“One of the laws of nature,” Gordon said, “is that half the people have got to be below average.””For a Gaussian distribution, yeah,” Cooper said. “Sad, though.”
(Crank theories) always violated the first rule of a scientific model: they were uncheckable.
Somehow to them, the press was always the judge of things scientific.
“Free will again,” Cathy said.“Or free won’t,” Peterson said mildly.
If you were damned certain you weren’t looking for something, there was a very good chance you wouldn’t see it.
Religions do not teach doubt.
You had to form for yourself a lucid language for the world, to overcome the battering of experience, to replace everyday life’s pain and harshness and wretched dreariness with — no not with certainty but with an ignorance you could live with. Deep ignorance, but still a kind that knew its limits. The limits were crucial.
No matter how much you plan for it, the real thing seems curiously, well, unreal.
It was getting the results that made science worth doing; the accolades were a thin, secondary pleasure.
The personal was, compared with the tides of great nations, a bothersome detail.
Modern economics and the welfare state borrowed heavily on the future.
Science is like literature, a continuing dialog among diverse and conflicting voices, no one ever wholly right or wholly wrong, but a steady conversation forever provisional and personal and living.
Major Sánchez grunted. “Nice word, ‘trivial.’ Means you got it—cojones—you got no worry. If you don’t—”
Every boy knows he is immortal, but his parents, they are not so sure.
That thing doesn’t care about you. It won’t reward you when you take risks. It is simply indifferent. That’s the fact about it that most never learn. They hate it and fear it and finally ignore it. Because of that. It would be easier if it hated us. Maybe even if it hunted us. But it doesn’t care. Remember.
“You’ll never get it to follow orders.”“Slaves follow orders, Colonel. You want something done a slave can’t, you don’t ask for a slave to do it.”
Man doesn’t have to take a gamble just ’cause it’s there. You got to learn that.
