Frank Belknap Long

Frank Belknap Long

Summary

Portrait of Frank Belknap Long Frank Belknap Long Galactic heritage (1948)

Hysteria can twist the human brain, make it callous to grief. Children can be trampled by men with children of their own, without a backward glance. Even cowardice doesn't explain the utter demoralization that can sweep people trapped in a burning tent.
I shut my eyes for a minute. I was afraid to look.
When I opened them someone had put the fire out by ripping down a flap of canvas and stamping on it.
But everyone was staring at Rush. Shrieking, shouting, converging upon him as though he'd tried to set fire to the universe.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frank Belknap Long Frank Belknap Long Galactic heritage (1948)

Between the cylinders, in great fluttering pinions, and our quiet brains built a ship from the keystone of matter itself, from disintegrating stone and the cosmic dust.
Our quiet brains built a ship from the keystone of matter itself.
Thought can do things to energy, to matter—not conscious thought, but the kind of thought that shaped the Universe of Stars.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frank Belknap Long Frank Belknap Long Galactic heritage (1948)

My tent was as black as pitch, but I didn't stop to fumble around for the light switch. I knew exactly where my spare trousers were and—an old sweater, a pair of shoes.
In my old clothes I looked as tough as a midget can look. Picture a three-foot pug, ready to climb into the ring with a heavyweight and start slugging. When the universe reels you're apt to get scared, then angry. Don't ask me why, but that's the way it is.
I wasn't furious with Rush exactly, but I had to get back my faith in the reality of the world around me—its solidness.
Source: Gutenberg

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