The Sirens of Titan

“The name of the new religion,” said Rumfoord, “is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. “The flag of that church will be blue and gold,” said Rumfoord. “These words will be written on that flag in gold letters on a blue field: Take Care of the People, and God Almighty Will Take Care of Himself.

The riot, then, was an exercise in science and theology—a seeking after clues by the living as to what life was all about.

Now Winston Niles Rumfoord and his dog Kazak existed as wave phenomena—apparently

“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.”

All persons, places, and events in this book are real. Certain speeches and thoughts are necessarily constructions by the author.

“Mr. Constant,” he said, “right now you’re as easy for the Bureau of Internal Revenue to watch as a man on a street corner selling apples and pears. But just imagine how hard you would be to watch if you had a whole office building jammed to the rafters with industrial bureaucrats—men who lose things and use the wrong forms and create new forms and

Winston Niles Rumfoord’s Pocket History of Mars,

Brackman didn’t take his own suggestion seriously—that the Space Wanderer was a fraud. The concessionaires knew all too well about Rumfoord’s penchant for realism. When Rumfoord staged a passion play, he used nothing but real people in real hells.

Rumfoord’s hands worked in air, unhappily trying on various lines of argument for size.