Do you regret my sufferings? Do you regret my unhappiness? I have no sorrow for what I did in my necessity. Let the Galaxy protect itself as best it … - Isaac Asimov

There is nothing so eternally adhesive as the memory of power.

It seems perfectly obvious that, since Terminus cannot defend itself, Anacreon must take over the job for its own sake. You understand we have no desire to interfere with internal administration — ' 'Uh-huh,' grunted Hardin dryly. ' — but we believe that it would be best for all concerned to have Anacreon establish a military base upon the planet.

In a rather simple way. It merely required the use of that much-neglected commodity — common sense. You see, there is a branch of human knowledge known as symbolic logic, which can be used to prune away all sorts of clogging deadwood that clutters up human language." "What about it?" said Fulham. "I applied it. Among other things, I applied it to this document here. I didn't really need to for myself because I knew what it was all about, but I think I can explain it more easily to five physical scientists by symbols rather than by words." Hardin removed a few sheets of paper from the pad under his arm and spread them out. "I didn't do this myself, by the way," he said. "Muller Holk of the Division of Logic has his name signed to the analyses, as you can see." Pirenne leaned over the table to get a better view and Hardin continued: "The message from Anacreon was a simple problem, naturally, for the men who wrote it were men of action rather than men of words. It boils down easily and straightforwardly to the unqualified statement, which in symbols is what you see, and which in words, roughly translated, is, 'You give us what we want in a week, or we take it by force.' " There was silence as the five members of the Board ran down the line of symbols, and then Pirenne sat down and coughed uneasily. Hardin said, "No loophole, is there, Dr. Pirenne?" "Doesn't seem to be." "All right." Hardin replaced the sheets. "Before you now you see a copy of the treaty between the Empire and Anacreon — a treaty, incidentally, which is signed on the Emperor's behalf by the same Lord Dorwin who was here last week — and with it a symbolic analysis." The treaty ran through five pages of fine print and the analysis was scrawled out in just under half a page. "As you see, gentlemen, something like ninety percent of the treaty boiled right out of the analysis as being meaningless, and what we end up with can be described in the following interesting manner: "Obligations of Anacreon to the E