This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

I'd never been published when I was young.

I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all.

Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.

In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.