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Found this at this site.

Title: E. E.
Lyric: Duane Elms, © 08/03/83
Tune: Henry, © New Riders of the Purple Sage

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There was a man we all grew up with, each in our own way.
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E.E. Smith wrote stories where the hero saved the day.
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Space opera was a fantasy that we all understood,
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And E.E. wrote the lines the way that only E.E. could.
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No man—no human, masculine, natural man—ever sells a book. Men have been known in moments of thoughtlessness, or compelled by temporary necessity, to rob, to equivocate, to do murder, to commit what they should not, to "wince and relent and refrain" from what they should: these things, howbeit regrettable, are common to humanity, and may happen to any of us. But amateur bookselling is foul and unnatural; and it is noteworthy that our language, so capable of particularity, contains no distinctive name for the crime. Fortunately it is hardly known to exist: the face of the public being set against it as a flint—and the trade giving such wretched prices.

Kenneth Grahame, "Non Libri Sed Liberi", Pagan Papers (essays)

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Worlds grow old and suns grow cold
And death we never can doubt.
Time's cold wind, wailing down the past,
Reminds us that all flesh is grass
And history's lamps blow out. more...

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We're off to outer space
We're leaving Mother Earth
To save the human race
Our Star Blazers more...

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I've lost the attribution to this one sorry...

How many Betans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

(all together now) "They don't screw in lightbulbs! They screw in the Orb!"

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"You wouldn't feel at home in anything that didn't have a navigational system and a lot of nasty firepower, Ilia."

"'Sounds like a reasonable definition of common sense to me."

Alastair Reynolds, Revelation Space

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"You see, some people have an evil twin. I am not so lucky. What I have is an idiot twin."

Miles Vorkosogian (as written by Lois McMaster Bujold)

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"You have one hundred and forty kilos of antimatter sitting around on my planet????"

"I thought it would come in handy,'" the doctor said lamely.

(General Horner and Dr. Castanuelo, in Hell's Faire by John Ringo)

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"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion...I watched C-beams glittering in the dark at Tannhauser Gate...All those moments will be lost...in time...like...tears...in rain. Time to die."

"Roy Batty", Replicant (Rutger Hauer), Blade Runner more...

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"I'd see a comment like, 'This show is more inteligent than most,' and my first reaction would be, 'This viewer's a genius,' and my second reaction would be, 'Wouldn't a genius spell intelligent correctly?"

(Neil Scovell)

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Via BoingBoing, Project Gutenberg has several versions of this book available. It's a pretty hefty download, until you realize it is 345 pages long (a kid's book?) and the files include beautiful scans of the original maps and illustrations. Looks like fun! Also of interest: It takes place in the "wilds" of New Jersey and eastern Pennsylvania. I've actually camped in some of these locations.

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For myself, I probably stand alone in owning to a sentimental weakness for the night-piercing whistle--judiciously remote, as some men love the skirl of the pipes. In the days when streets were less wearily familiar than now, or ever the golden cord was quite loosed that led back to relinquished fields and wider skies, I have lain awake on stifling summer nights, thinking of luckier friends by moor and stream, and listening for the whistles from certain railway stations, veritable "horns of Elf-land, faintly blowing." Then, a ghostly passenger, I have taken my seat in a phantom train, and sped up, up, through the map, rehearsing the journey bit by bit: through the furnace-lit Midlands, and on till the grey glimmer of dawn showed stone walls in place of hedges, and masses looming up on either side; till the bright sun shone upon brown leaping streams and purple heather, and the clear, sharp northern air streamed in through the windows..."We are only the children who might have been," murmured Lamb's dream babes to him; and for the sake of those dream-journeys, the journeys that might have been, I still hail with a certain affection the call of the engine in the night...

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