Keep violence in the mind where it belongs. - Brian Aldiss

I love you and I feel sad just like real people, so I must be human... Mustn't I?

They would tear the wiltmilt to living pieces until nothing of it remained — and if they happened on a human at the same time … well, it was the way.

These people, scattered all over the country, a few of them on the continent, were much like normal people. To outsiders, their relationship was not apparent; they certainly never revealed it; they never met. They became traders, captains of ships that traded with the Indies, soldiers, parliamentarians, agriculturists; some plunged into, some avoided, the constitutional struggles that dogged most of the seventeenth century. But they were all — male or female — Franks. They had the inexpressible benefit of their progenitor's one hundred and seventy-odd years' experience, and not only of his, but of all the other Franks. It was small wonder that, with few exceptions, whatever they did they prospered.