If You Can Have Everything At Fifty

Eight, Sir; Seven, Sir; Six, Sir; Five, Sir; Four, Sir; Three, Sir; Two, Sir; One! Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tenser, Said The Tensor. Tension, Apprehension, And Dissension Have Begun.

"there's Got To Be More To Life Than Just Living," Foyle Said To The Robot. "then Find It For Yourself, Sir. Don't Ask The World To Stop Moving Because You Have Doubts." "why Can't We All Move Forward Together?" "because You're All Different. You're Not Lemmings. Some Must Lead, And Hope That The Rest Will Follow." "who Leads?" "the Men Who Must... Driven Men, Compelled Men." "freak Men." "you're All Freaks, Sir. But You Always Have Been Freaks. Life Is A Freak. That's Its Hope And Glory."

You Pigs, You. You Rut Like Pigs, Is All. You Got The Most In You, And You Use The Least. You Hear Me, You? Got A Million In You And Spend Pennies. Got A Genius In You And Think Crazies. Got A Heart In You And Feel Empties. All A You. Every You.

That's Me," He Said, Motioning To The Robot. "that's All Of Us. We Prattle About Free Will, But We're Nothing But Response...mechanical Reaction In Prescribed Grooves.

Faith In Faith' He Answered Himself. 'it Isn't Necessary To Have Something To Believe In. It's Only Necessary To Believe That Somewhere There's Something Worthy Of Belief