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There Were Timelines Branching And Branching, A Mega-universe Of Universes, Millions More Every Minute. Billions? Trillions? The Universe Split Every Time Someone Made A Decision. Split, So That Every Decision Ever Made Could Go Both Ways. Every Choice Made By Every Man, Woman, And Child Was Reversed In The Universe Next Door.

Sf Isn't A Genre; Sf Is The Matrix In Which Genres Are Embedded, And Because The Sf Field Is Never Going In Any One Direction At Any One Time, There Is Hardly A Way To Cut It Off.

Hopeless Causes Are The Only Ones Worth Fighting For. The Fight For The Taxpayer Is The Most Hopeless Of Them All.

Spray A Book With Insect Spray, Drop It In A Bag, Add Some Mothballs And Seal It. Put It In Another Bag And Seal It. Another. The Packages Piled Up On The Floor, Each A Book Sealed In Four Plastic Envelopes.

Anything Beats An Expensive Stack Of Paper.