The Stars Above Will Be Below When

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

Caught Beauty , Held To Light, Now Apes A Good, Now Evil, Thing The Shifting Sign And Spectrum Of Archaic, Psychic Shapes.

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.

It Was A Shameful Thing That She Had Nothing Of Which To Be Ashamed.

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?