Things involved with a computer fill me with a childlike terror. Now, if it were a nice ogre or some such I'd be more in my element.

I'd best head to the library. Research beckons.

Things involved with a computer fill me with a childlike terror. Now, if it were a nice ogre or some such I'd be more in my element.

Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be...smelly.

From time to time, I am asked--by people with an alarming lack of tact--why a man like myself, who has demonstrated an affinity for working with children, has none of his own. Other people's children are quite enough, thank you.

Well, I know I'm back in America now. I've been knocked unconscious.

The earth is definitely doomed.