He was that kind of man; every now and then you meet a person who is real, who exists as he is rather than within and behind a mask or three, and wit… - Andrew J. Offutt

He gave them a sardonic grin, the old wicked look they knew he cultivated. “In case the luck of Berneson ends right now, it’s been sheer boredom knowing you two.”

It sounded like a dream. I’d always cherished such a notion: doers conquering parasites and taking over! At the time I left America/Earth—well, skip it. You don’t need me to tell you that those of us who worked and paid taxes were slaves to those who didn’t.

I always thought Man might have grown up if Freud and Darwin and Havelock Ellis had lived before Napoleon and Watt and Marco Polo. And the schlemiel who invented gunpowder.