The Day Of The Android Has Dawned.

All Over The World There Must Be Far-reaching Changes In Animal Behavior And Habitat; If Only One Could Have Another Life In Which To Chart It All... Ah, Well, That's Not A Fruitful Thing To Wish, Is It?

I Have Had Wealth, Rank And Power, But, If These Were All I Had, How Wretched I Should Be.

The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road Is Great Stuff And Deserves To Be Read Aloud. It Compares Quite Favorably To The Walls Of Emerald By Li Chiang Yen, A Chinese Poet Of The Late Tang Period.

Science Fiction Is For Real, Space Opera Is For Fun.

Writers Must Fortify Themselves With Pride And Egotism As Best They Can. The Process Is Analogous To Using Sandbags And Loose Timbers To Protect A House Against Flood. Writers Are Vulnerable Creatures Like Anyone Else. For What Do They Have In Reality? Not Sandbags, Not Timbers. Just A Flimsy Reputation And A Name.