The Machine Stops
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
“And even the lecturers acquiesced when they found that a lecture on the sea was none the less...
Mornings on the Wall, dawn and dusk and night, were times for poetry. Skyconcretewaterwind....
All those women having jobs: hard to imagine, now, but thousands of them had jobs, millions. It...
“Men are physically stronger,” the doctor asserted with professional finality.
“Yes, often, and larger, but what does that matter when we have machines? And even when we don’t have machines, when we must dig with the shovel or carry on the back, the men maybe work faster – the big ones – but the women work longer… Often I have wished I was as tough as a woman.”
Mary Hepburn and the Captain had good teeth when they arrived on Santa Rosalia, although they were...
I stretched myself in the chair and yawned. Then I said, “What happened to conversations? Why...
Of course, I did spare a thought for a little boy I’d seen earlier that day. He was kneeling...
Assorted fantasies: “I just think they’re creepy. A week ago he told me he’d had...