History is more or less bunk.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
It's wonderful what we can do if we're always doing.
If it weren't for baseball, many kids wouldn't know what a millionaire looked like.