Intellect is the ability to avoid belaboring the obvious.
This was an age of extremes, a fascinating century of freaks... but nobody loved it.
It's obvious we can't all be a Gully Foyle, but most of us energize at such a low level, so far short of our real capabilities, we could all be more, do more.
Tenser, said the Tensor. Tension, apprehension, and dissension have begun.
The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.
The test of intellect is the refusal to belabor the obvious.