Nature Is An Experimenter.

The Truth Is That Trout, Like Vonnegut And Ray Bradbury And Many Others, Writes Parables. These Are Set In Frames Which Have Become Called, For No Good Reason, Science Fiction. A Better Generic Term Would Be 'future Fairy Tales'. And Even This Is Objectionable, Since Many Science Fiction Stories Take Place In The Present Or The Past, Far And Near.

As Science Pushes Forward, Ignorance And Superstition Gallop Around The Flanks And Bite Science In The Rear With Big Dark Teeth.

It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?

Now We Have Lit A Candle To The Power Of Atoms; Now We Know We're Heirs Of Light Itself.

Burton Did Not Believe In Miracles . Nothing Happened That Could Not Be Explained By Physical Principles If You Knew All The Facts .