Bryce Walton

Summary

Bryce Walton,  The Floater

“ It must have been at least another year before Von Ulrich came back to Barton's basketball, triumphantly equipped with new devices, and waving a spacegram in Barton's sleepy face. Barton read it, shrugged, and let it drift to the floor. Von Ulrich tried to control a look almost of fear.
"As soon as the minimum time allowed, she married again," Von Ulrich said. "And you pretend it means nothing?"
"She never did mean much of anything, sir. I mean, she was an interfering kind of woman. She wouldn't let a man live."
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Source: Gutenberg

Bryce Walton,  The Floater

“ Your body works on a timetable doesn't it? Your lungs, expanding, contracting regularly. Your heart beating so many times regularly—every minute. Your blood circulating regularly. Look here, Barton. You're a product of a specific environment, on a big scale, call it Earth, the Solar System. You claim it means nothing, time means nothing. But your heart beats regularly so many times every minute and that's why you're alive. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Bryce Walton,  The Floater

“ Von Ulrich sighed and looked through the spaceport at blackness. "Out here I sometimes find myself wondering what normalcy really is. Things sometimes veer toward the dangerously relativistic." He sat there in the pure one hundred percent silence of the basketball while it accumulated. "There's one thing we've always insisted no human being could tolerate, Barton. Isolation. Sullivan said that a single minute of complete isolation would kill a human being. And you've been in a dead man's float for almost twenty-two years." ”
Source: Gutenberg

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