The Earth would only have to move a few million kilometers sunward-or starward-for the delicate balance of climate to be destroyed. The Antarctic icecap would melt and flood all low-lying land; or the oceans would freeze and the whole world would be locked in eternal winter. Just a nudge in either direction would be enough.

Utopia was here at last: its novelty had not yet been assailed by the supreme enemy of a ll Utopias - boredom.

Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented.

Religion is a byproduct of fear.

Perhaps no other year before or since 1984 has been awaited with such eager anticipation.

Good morning, doctors. I have taken the liberty of removing Windows 95 from my hard drive.

It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God - but to create him.