WolfieInu

splinters op papier seil hy tussen sterre die trotse veroweraar van die heelaltuis op 'n blou albaster in 'n eindelose groefie om die sonsoos glas kristalglas wat maklik breek sit hy versigtig en sku op die raken leef kort en doelloos -   en keer terug na die stof*     *     * splinters on paper he sails among stars proud conqueror of the universeat home on a blue marble in an endless little track around the sunlike glass crystalline and easily broken he remains carefully and shyly on the shelfand lives briefly and without purpose -   and returns unto the dust

__Freelancer Part Four__- In response to a call from Juni, Trent has come to the planet of Cambridge. On a hunch, he goes to the bar. Juni is there.Trent: You know, if you wanted to see me, you could have picked a quieter place.Juni: I feel like we've had this conversation before.Trent: So, why are we here?Juni: To find Quintaine. He's a scholarly type, so we'll pose as fellow academics.Trent: Uh, ... no offense, but would that fool a professor?Juni: Not in your case. But we're not fooling him, we're fooling his pilot. I couldn't find Quintaine, so we're questioning other people who know him. I'll be handling the talking. Keep your stupid ...