Book: The Martian Chronicles. Page 3

The fire backed away even the elephant backs away at the sight of the dead snake.

I hate this feeling of rightness, when deep down I'm not sure that's right. Who are we, anyway? Most?... Than not the answer: because the majority is always infallible, isn't it? Always - and cannot even for a moment to make a mistake, isn't it? What is the majority and who are in it? What they think and why they became that way and will they never peremenitsya, and how the devil did I get caught in this rotten majority? I'm not alone. What is the reason: claustrophobia, fear of crowds, or common sense?

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
and I will pledge with mine,
she sang, softly, quietly, slowly.
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
and I'll not ask for wine...
Eyes say a toast,
And I will answer looking
she sang softly, slowly, gently.
Or the edge of the glass kiss
And I don't need wine...

We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. If we opened sosisco in Egypt, among the ruins of Karnak temple, it is only because they lie in the suburbs and there will not deploy Commerce.