1. It was the day my grandmother exploded.
2. Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest.
Anyone want to take a guess?
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In those days there were oceans of light and cities in the skies and
wild flying beasts of bronze. There were herds of crimson cattle that
roared and were taller than castles. There were shrill, viridian
things that haunted bleak rivers. It was a time of gods, manifesting
themselves upon our world in all her aspects; a time of giants who
walked on water; of mindless sprites and misshapen creatures who
could be summoned by an ill-considered thought but driven away
only on pain of some fearful sacrifice; of magics, phantasms,
unstable nature, impossible events, insane paradoxes, dreams
come true, dreams gone awry, of nightmares assuming reality.
(runs)The Wheel of Time turns,and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, the one called the Forth Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past...
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
The Sergei G. Gorshkov moved through the water as though the sea had been made to carry such ships. As every sailor knew in his deepest soul, there had been no ocean before there were ships, and the ocean had only gotten so large because ships of such bulk came to chase its farthest shorelines, to push its hem forever back, to conquer its lengths and breadths with their intrepid spirit.
Not classic, not remarkably written, and both from the same cult genre. Any guesses on which?The traveler sang.
Amid its complexities and its delicate, immensely long memories, it sang. In the complete cold of space, the song began at one extremity, spun in circles of superconducting power and speed, and evolved. It culminated in the traveler's heart, after a time counted not in micromeasures, but on the galactic scale of the formation of planets.
Star Trek: TNG #! The Ghost ShipThe Sergei G. Gorshkov moved through the water as though the sea had been made to carry such ships. As every sailor knew in his deepest soul, there had been no ocean before there were ships, and the ocean had only gotten so large because ships of such bulk came to chase its farthest shorelines, to push its hem forever back, to conquer its lengths and breadths with their intrepid spirit.
Not killed, just stumped.MsMaryMalone wrote:I seem to have killed this thread.