We Asked For Workers. We Got People

All That Remains Is The Mad Desire For Present Identity Through A Woman.

I Don't Believe In Providence And Fate, As A Technologist I Am Used To Reckoning With The Formulae Of Probability.

The Difference Between An Author And A Horse Is That The Horse Doesn't Understand The Horse Dealer's Language.

Every Uniform Corrupts One's Character.

The Technologist Was The Final Guise Of The White Missionary, Industrialization The Last Gospel Of A Dying Race And Living Standards A Substitute For A Purpose In Living.