“Nothing could be sure it was itself the original. So the only intelligent course lay in enjoying whatever life a being felt—living like a mortal, in the moment.”

Time’s Rub, p. 261
In Alien Flesh (1986)

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Science fiction author and astrophysicist 1941

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