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All Our Lives Are Symbols. Everything We Do Is Part Of A Pattern We Have At Least Some Say In. The Strong Make Their Own Patterns And Influence Other People's, The Weak Have Their Courses Mapped Out For Them. The Weak And The Unlucky, And The Stupid.

Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.

Well," He Sighed To No One In Particular, And Looked Up Into Yet Another Alien Sky. "here We Are Again.

People Can Be Teachers And Idiots; They Can Be Philosophers And Idiots; They Can Be Politicians And Idiots... In Fact I Think They Have To Be... A Genius Can Be An Idiot. The World Is Largely Run For And By Idiots; It Is No Great Handicap In Life And In Certain Areas Is Actually A Distinct Advantage And Even A Prerequisite For Advancement.

It Gripped Her Hand Gently. 'regret Is For Humans,' It Said. She Laughed. 'really?' The Machine Shrugged And Let Go Of Her Hand. 'oh, No. It's Just Something We Tell Ourselves.