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"Sit close to us, Zog," directed Kiron; "I have something to say that no one but a Soldier of Liberty may hear."He did not say Soldier of Liberty, but "kung, kung, kung," which are the Amtorian initials of the order's title. Kung is the name of the Amtorian character that represents the k sound in our language, and when I first translated the initials I was compelled to smile at the similarity they bore to a well-known secret order in the United States of America."
"As soon as we have taken what we wish from your ship," I told him, "you will be free to continue your voyage. I am sorry that you did not see fit to obey me when I ordered you to stop for boarding; it would have saved many lives."
Feb 15 11 2:20 PM
War Arrow wrote:So my hackles sometimes go up in anticipation of another droning monologue involving black puddings and the maxim that if you don't love Manchester then you don't love life. Of course, this is all a slightly stupid generalisation considering some of the great music, art, wit, and people of northern derivation, but I probably tend to notice northern gormlessness more than I notice the no less idiotic expressions of southern ineptitude. So I had Iris pegged as booze jokes which didn't really try too hard through already being chock full of chuckles with that accent and all - sort of a time travelling Last of the Summer Wine where all it takes is an Ay up, chuck to split sides.
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Arctor had hit his head on the corner of a kitchen cabinet directly above him. The pain, the cut in his scalp, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. It flashed on him instantly that he didn't hate the kitchen cabinet: he hated his wife, his two daughters, his whole house, the back yard with its power mower, the garage, the radiant heating system, the front yard, the fence, the whole fucking place and everyone in it. He wanted a divorce; he wanted to split. And so he had, very soon. And entered, by degrees, a new and somber life, lacking all of that.Probably he should have regretted his decision. He had not. That life had been one without excitement, with no adventure. It had been too safe. All the elements that made it up were right there before his eyes, and nothing new could ever be expected.
Feb 21 11 10:44 PM
War Arrow wrote:I actually saw A Scanner Darkly with my girlfriend of the time, along with other members of her amateur dramatics group, at least three of whom belonged to a creepy therapy cult to which she subscribed whilst frequently insisting I should join on peril of losing her extraordinarily conditional affections.
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Feb 22 11 12:45 PM
doloras wrote:War Arrow wrote:I actually saw A Scanner Darkly with my girlfriend of the time, along with other members of her amateur dramatics group, at least three of whom belonged to a creepy therapy cult to which she subscribed whilst frequently insisting I should join on peril of losing her extraordinarily conditional affections.
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Early in my career, a major technique of mine was to write a "hang-up" into every sentence. The reader who tried to skim, as critics tend to do (they just want to get an idea of what the story is about) would quickly bog down, because he wasn't making the contribution to each sentence that the method required. My regular readers don't get confused, because they're able to make the necessary contribution. The hang-up in each sentence was, by my theory, the science fiction "fictional sentence." A science fiction fictional sentence as I write it, has to have a hang-up in it, ideally. My first science fiction story - though it wasn't the first published - Vault of the Beast, opened: "The creature crept." The reader doesn't know what kind of creature. That is the hang-up. Another sentence: "This caricature of a human shape reached into one of those skin folds with that twisted hand, and drew out a small, gleaming metal object." There are four hang-ups in that sentence. When I wrote confession-type stories, every sentence, as I mentioned earlier, had to contain an emotion in it. For example, you don't say, "I lived at 323 Brand Street." You say, "Tears came to my eyes as I thought of my tiny bedroom at 323 Brand Street." If your story has 1,000 sentences in it, every sentence should have an emotion in it. It is my belief that stories written with these hang-ups, particularly, will endure longer than other types of stories. The reason is simple: readers of each generation will contribute meaning from their own time, their own era, filling in the gaps with data that I don't have now, or didn't have when I wrote the story.
There was in van Vogt's writing a mysterious quality, and this was especially true in The World of Null A. All the parts of that book did not add up; all the ingredients did not make a coherency. Now some people are put off by that. They think that's sloppy and wrong, but the thing that fascinated me so much was that this resembled reality more than anybody else's writing inside or outside science fiction.Damon [Knight] feels that it's bad artistry when you build those funky universes where people fall through the floor. It's like he's viewing a story the way a building inspector would when he's building your house. But reality really is a mess, and yet it's exciting.
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Round, black eyes narrowed as he caught the movement of men reaching for their vibrators.
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War, the man had said. A war in time.It would be spread thin, too, like Man across the galaxy.It would be three-dimensional chess with a million billion squares and a million pieces. And with the rules changing every move.It would reach back to win its battles. It would strike at points in time and space which would not even know that there was a war. It could, logically, go back to the silver mines of Athens, to the horse and chariot of Thutmosis III, to the sailing of Colombus. It would involve all fields of human endeavour and human speculation and it would twist the dreams of men who had never thought of time except as a moving shadow across the sun dial's face.
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