The music could no more repeat itself than could snowflakes, and could no more fail of beauty. - Isaac Asimov

We of Solaria alone learned how life was to be lived. We did not herd and flock like animals, as they did on Earth, as they did on other worlds, as they did even on the other Spacer worlds. We lived each alone, with robots to help us, viewing each other electronically as often as we wished, but coming within natural sight of one another only rarely.

Anda, tonto. Ahora haz una mueca de disgusto y mírame como un patito moribundo antes de reclinar tu cabeza en mi hombro para que yo acaricie tus cabellos llenos de electricidad estática. Buscabas una mentira piadosa, ¿verdad? Esperabas que yo te dijera: «¡Contigo seré feliz en cualquier parte, Toran!», o bien, «¡Las mismas profundidades interestelares serían mi hogar, amor mío, teniéndote a mi lado!» Vamos, admítelo.

Yet there was this to be said for unfavorable relationships in the wealth-distribution equation. It meant the existence of a leisure class and the development of an attractive way of life which, at its best, encouraged culture and grace. As long as the other end of the scale was not too badly off, as long as the leisure classes did not entirely forget their responsibilities while enjoying their privileges, as long as their culture took no obviously unhealthy turn, there was always the tendency in Eternity to forgive the departure from the ideal wealth-distribution pattern and to search for other, less attractive maladjustments.