Tag: neal_stephenson

This was just a temporary reprieve
The light began to fluctuate, shuttering on and off
There are, of course, many questions
So much for conversation
There didn’t seem to be anyone around
This was not something that one saw every day
What the hell are you doing?
His face was intelligent and not unattractive
Something really bad was happening
This is a collaboration
They are called stairs
Everyone ignores these guys
Some kind of conference maybe?
I understand the depth of your feelings
I could use a little help here
Well, I’ve been having a great time here
Don’t be scared, this isn’t dangerous for you
There is evidence of styling gel
Then everything started to rumble
Well, you learn something new every day
I never thought about the important things
Are you trying to say it’s a pychological problem?
You stay cool and we’ll stay cool
The fastest thing on the road
The orange light looks like a gasoline fire
He has turned minutes into hours, and hours into days
Let us stroll up a bit farther
If the work was all that trivial, why did you bother?
Spent nearly twenty-four hours here, alone
He is a very reputable thief
I am trying to recollect what it looked like
It was a subtile message
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
You have cast a new light on the matter
But this is not, as I gather, the machine that does the thinking?
I am accustomed by long habit to being in a chain of command
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
I had no idea that I stupidly interrupted something
The number of her male admirers had not diminished over the years
Note the careful selection of words
He needed no wig, for his hair, though thin, still grew long and straight
Never again interrupt us at our work
Shall we try to force it open?
I should not love to be your companion for any length of time
He’d not so much as twitched an eyelid
They heard, too, a distant thudding noise
Finally a horn sounded from the marshes
But they were off on a river cruise today
Why do I encounter them everywhere I go?
And what form does Gravity take, that gives it this astonishing power of streaming through the solid earth?