“You are only the first of the androids I plan to manufacture. It will take a large number of us to carry out Doctor Korby’s plan.”
KIRK laughed. Derisively, Brown thought.
“One of me is enough,” he said.
Page six, Double, Double by Michael Jan Friedman.
Historians like a quiet life, and usually they get it. For the most part, history moves at a deliberative pace, working its changes subtly and incrementally. Nations and their institutions harden into shape or crumble away like sediment carried by the flow of a sluggish river. English history in particularly seems the work of a temperate community, seldom shaken by convulsions. But there are moments when history is unsubtle; when change arrives in a violent rush, decisive, bloody, traumatic; as a truck-load of trouble, wiping out everything that gives a culture its bearings — custom, language, law, loyalty. 1066 was one of those moments.
p. 66, A History of Britain: At the Edge of the World?, Simon Schama
A note to my regular visitors: last week I was taken ill with an extended sinus infection that kept me from reading, but I’m finally recovering and read more today than I have in the past five days put together.