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"Yep. Don't know where they are, them. Don't know where they're going. Blue Jaunte into the dark ... and we hear 'em, exploding in the mountains. Boom! Blue Jaunte!"
"I dance, speak four languages miserably, study science and philosophy, write pitiful poetry, blow myself up with idiotic experiments, fence like a fool, box like a buffoon. In short I'm the notorious Fourmyle of Ceres."
The Stars My Destination