Empathize With Stupidity And You're Halfway To

...[changers] Were A Threat To Identity, A Challenge To The Individualism Even Of Those They Were Never Likely To Impersonate. It Had Nothing To Do With Souls Or Physical Or Spiritual Possession; It Was, As The Idirans Well Understood, The Behavouristic Copying Of Another Which Revolted. Individuality, The Thing Which Most Humans Held More Precious Than Anything Else About Themselves, Was Somehow Cheapened By The Ease With Which A Changer Could Ignore It As A Limitation And Use It As A Disguise.

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

"you Like Music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin Asked, Leaning Over To The Man. Gurgeh Nodded. "well, A Little Does No Harm."

They Speak Very Well Of You". - "they Speak Very Well Of Everybody." - "that So Bad?" - "yes. It Means You Can´t Trust Them.

"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."