"There's no time," the Director said, "that I can see any assimilation of Gehenna into Alliance ... without the inclusion of humans who think at an angle. You can tape them. You can try to change them. If you don't understand what they are now, how do you understand them when they've come another hundred years, another two hundred on the same course?"
- Forty Thousand in Gehenna, C. J. Cherryh
The airport people confiscated my toothpaste.
There's this sort of little knot of inchoate frustration at a universe in which people will confiscate my toothpaste because there's too much of it.
I bitched about this to my father, who commented that he'd had yogurt confiscated. Yogurt!
Microbiology of mass destruction!
For crying out loud.
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"Dw3t-Hthr" (Duat-Hether) is a title of various female temple officials in ancient Egypt. It means "Worshipper of Hathor" or "Adorer of Hathor".
For you and me, we hold these truths to be self-evident
For you and me, we'd elect each other president
For you and me
We might agree
But that's just us...
Reaching for the alien shore...
-- Rush, "Alien Shore"
2 comments:
I dunno. yogurt can be pretty scary.
it's got all that culture!
I got a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer confiscated. and yep, toothpaste; i did have it in a bag, but the bag was -too big.- they measured it and everything (well, gave it the eyeball, but still).
i feel so much more secure now
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