It was only 72° in my neck of the woods. She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed took a sweater with her today.
John King Tarpinian
You know what you are, Mr. Bradbury? ... You are a poet! -- Aldous Huxley
It's held pretty steadily in the 40s here.
What are you guys talking about, the temperatures here the last few days? (Just kidding....)
RB's Hound was bigger and more visually ominous; however, it is the same vision in a smaller format:
Keep your bottle of OFF close by!!
Even if the technical hurdles are overcome, insect-size fliers will always be risky investments. "They can get eaten by a bird, they can get caught in a spider web," Professor Fearing said.
Yeah! No respectable Mechanical Hound would succumb to such a paltry end. It takes blast after blast of burning fuel, poured out by a passionate book reader!!
Open a copy of The Illustrated Man, flip to "The Exiles" and read the words Mr. Bradbury so accurately issued (c.1950) on what may be witnessed as this demise of our cultural fabric . . .
Before "Happy Birthday" gets axed, here are a few celebrations related to Mr. B's life and works:
Robert Louis Stevenson
Let's build a House of Usher and send out invitations....
Perfect! Linnl . . . How ironic!!
RE: from one of my most favorite RBT episodes, and the priceless response - by the always marvelous Patrick MacNee - at the very end of this post!
Garrett: Now suppose you tell me about this place, Mr. Stendahl.
Stendahl: It's a haunted castle, if you like.
Garrett: I don't like, Mr. Stendahl. I don't like.
Stendahl: In this house, copper bats fly in make-believe attics. Brass rats scuttle in plastic cellars. Robot skeletons rattle in dreary closets.
Garrett: Robot skeletons?
Stendahl: Vampires, wolves, phantoms. Done with chemicals and ingenuity.
Garrett: Mr. Stendahl, what exactly is going on here?
Stendahl: Murder most foul!
Garrett: What are you doing?
Stendahl: I'm being ironic. Never interrupt a man when he's being ironic. It's not polite.
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