Whom the gods notice they destroy.

On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.

You're - psychotic. There's something wrong with you." "I know," Benteley agreed. "I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's pretty bad off, isn't it?

Basically, Sherri's idea had to do with bringing Fat's mind down from the cosmic and the abstract to the particular. She had hatched out the practical notion that nothing is more real than a large World War Two Soviet tank.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!