They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

The greatest pleasure is not - say - sex or geometry. It is just understanding. And if you can get people to understand their own humanity - well, that's the job of the writer.

How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?

The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.

People don't help much.

While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can't discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn't really matter.

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?