Just as quickly as the thought arrived, he was enveloped by the Portal's cloud. Wow, he thought, you have just got to stop surprising me like that! O.K., what now? More “job interviews” with future prospective employers who float at you with an “I come in peace” motivation? Or, maybe something more mundane like stopping a world war!

Because I am atavistic enough to believe that drawing is the basic language of the illustrator, even as words comprise the basic language of the writer…

He admitted to his indiscretion and accepted a five-day RIP (reduction in pay). What the hell is going on? I wondered. We let a captain with possible O.C. connections off the hook, but we bust a patrolman for having a drink!

By atom, nobody will imagine we intend to express a perfect indivisible, but only the least sort of natural bodies.