tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023265Mon, 14 Jul 2025 09:21:08 +0000Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of <strong>EXTRAORDINARY STORIES</strong> against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. <em>E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"</em>http://theeternalgoldenbraid.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Frederick Paul Kiesche III)Blogger0125