I'm A Devoted Husband. That

One Should Never Regret One's Excesses, Only One's Failures Of Nerve.

"i Think I Know The Real Reason." "which Is?" "alcohol In The Dust Clouds. Goddamn Stuff Is Everywhere. Any Lousy Species Ever Invents The Telescope And The Spectroscope And Starts Looking In Between The Stars, What Do They Find?" He Knocked The Glass On The Table. "loads Of Stuff, But Much Of It Alcohol." He Drank From The Glass. "humanoids Are The Galaxy's Way Of Trying To Get Rid Of All That Alcohol."

Dead Air' Is Full Of Rants; It's A Rant-based Book. Yes, It's Self-indulgence. I Plead Guilty; Mea Culpa.

An Outside Context Problem Was The Sort Of Thing Most Civilisations Encountered Just Once, And Which They Tended To Encounter Rather In The Same Way A Sentence Encountered A Full Stop.

Truth, I Have Learned, Differs For Everybody. Just As No Two People Ever See A Rainbow In Exactly The Same Place - And Yet Both Most Certainly See It, While The Person Seemingly Standing Right Underneath It Does Not See It At All - So Truth Is A Question Of Where One Stands, And The Direction One Is Looking In At The Time.