The general smiled. "No," he said. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. I live for danger, Mr. Rainsford. I live for grizzly-boom tennis."
Series
▼
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rereading Stephenson's Anathem. The lack of internet is driving me to burn through my books at a terrible pace, made more extreme by a polyphasic eternal day.
No comments:
Post a Comment