The Sirens of Titan

Howard W. Sams proves in his Winston Niles Rumfoord, Benjamin Franklin, and Leonardo da Vinci

The discovery of the chrono-synclastic infundibula said to mankind in effect: “What makes you think you’re going anywhere?”

the photograph of the three sirens on Titan …

Stitched into the back and front of the garment were orange question marks a foot high. These signified that the Space Wanderer would not know who he was.

“Loo dee doo, Mr. Rumfoord,” he

they were simply two Saturday Evening Post characters at the end of the road.

the fifty-three portals to the soul.

“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,”

These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth—a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.