The first is an automatic response to the second, and the second is an automatic reponse to the first. The first is, “Here I am, here I am, here I am.” The second is, “So glad you are, so glad you are, so glad you are.”

For one thing,

“Everything anybody says is baloney,” said Chrono. “What you care what I think anyway? When I’m fourteen, you put a thing in my head and I do whatever you want anyway.”

The song is a slow one. Mercury will hold a single note in the song for as long as an Earthling millennium. There are those who think that the song was quick, wild, and brilliant once—excruciatingly various. Possibly so.

The models had spring-driven pumps in their bases. The pumps pumped water from the big bowl at the bottom to the tiny bowls at the top. Then the tiny bowls spilled into the slightly larger bowls below and …

For another thing,

Boaz was the first to reach a porthole, to look out and see the gay welcome of yellow and aquamarine diamonds the harmoniums had made on the walls. “Unk!” said Boaz. “God damn if it didn’t go and set us down right in the middle of a Hollywood night club!”

The stake was nineteen feet, six and five thirty-seconds inches high, not counting the twelve feet, two and one-eighth inches of it embedded in the iron. The stake had a mean diameter of two feet, five and eleven third-seconds inches, varying from this mean, however, by as much as seven and one thirty-second inches. The stake was composed of quartz

“You—you really can see into the future?” said Constant. The skin of his face tightened, felt parched. His palms perspired. “In a punctual way of speaking—yes,”