I caught sight of something that seemed the nexus of all that glittered, all that golded: like a hallucination in the traffic's rotary heart, a saried creature giddily swirling her own razored rainbow roundabout, mirrored fabric sending light spinning like saberlike amidst the smoking, choking cars.

He crusaded against similar injustices for the rest of his life.

Karla began talking all Star Trekky again—the best thing about her. She said, "I don't believe human beings store memory in our brains exclusively—there simply aren't enough storage slots or interconnective possibilities. And so if not in the brain, then where? […]

The radioactivity subgroup turned to Kleeman, Crowther, and Campbell, and Richardson's influence on the thermionics subgroup continued even after he left the Cavendish.