As soon as the printing press started flooding Europe with books, people were complaining that there were too many books and that it was going to change philosophy and the course of human thought in ways that wouldn’t necessarily be good.
Everything we care about lies somewhere in the middle, where pattern and randomness interlace.
Somehow the wondrous promise of the earth is that thereare things beautiful in it, things wondrous and alluring, and byvirtue of your trade you want to understand them. He put thecigarette down. Smoke rose from the ashtray, first in a thin columnand then (with a nod to universality) in broken tendrils that swirledupward to the ceiling.