Los seguidores del Viejo de la Montaña fueron llamados hashishin («fumadores de hachís»). Para los europeos, este nombre se convirtió en la voz «ases… - Isaac Asimov

[S]cientific writing is abhorrently stylized and places a premium on poor quality.

It was a ribbon world – of which the Galaxy boasts sufficient, but among which, the inhabited variety is a rarity. It was a world, in other words, where the two halves face the monotonous extremes of heat and cold, while the region of possible life is the birdling ribbon of the twilight zone. Such a world invariably sounds uninviting to those who have not tried it, but there exists spots, strategically placed – and Radole City was located in such a one. It spread along the soft slopes of the foothills before the hacked-out mountains that backed it along the rim of the cold hemisphere and held off the frightful ice. The warm, dry air of the sun-half spilled over, and from the mountains was piped the water – and between the two, Radole City became a continuous garden, swimming in the eternal morning of an eternal June.

It's out of fashion in these decaying times to be a scholar.