For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.

In fact, Lig never formally resigned his editorship—he merely left his office late one morning, and has never returned since. Though well over a century has now passed, many members of the Guide staff still retain the romantic notion that he has simply popped out for a sandwich and will yet return to put in a solid afternoon's work. Strictly speaking, all editors since Lig Lury Jr., have therefore been designated acting editors, and Lig's desk is still preserved the way he left it, with the addition of a small sign that says LIG LURY, JR., EDITOR, MISSING, PRESUMED FED.

Time travel, by its very nature, was invented in all periods of history simultaneously.

Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of.

Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.

The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.