James Blish

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James Blish King of the Hill (1955)

Gascoigne's mouth twisted, but he seemed to be entirely unaware of the grimace. "That's all hogwash," he said. "I never did hold with that psychological claptrap. It's you that's handing out the baloney, not me."
"Then why are you being so vituperative about it? Hogwash, claptrap, baloney—you are working awfully hard to knock it down, for a man who doesn't believe in it."
Source: Gutenberg

James Blish King of the Hill (1955)

There had never been anybody on board SV-1 but Gascoigne, not since he had relieved Grinnell—and Grinnell had flown the station up here in the first place.
Then who had that sergeant been? His name was—It was—
The hammering of the teletype blanked it out. The noise was as loud as a pom-pom in the echoing metal cave. He got up and coasted across the deck to the machine, gliding in the gravity-free cabin with the ease of a man to whom free fall is almost second nature.
The teletype was silent by the time he reached it, and at first the tape looked blank. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes.
Source: Gutenberg

James Blish King of the Hill (1955)

What's to stop me?" He hooked one thumb in his belt, just above the holster, so that his fingertips rested on the breech of the automatic.
"Your bombs. They aren't alive."
Gascoigne laughed harshly and waved at the controls. "Tell that to the counter in the bomb hold. Go ahead. There's a meter you can read, right there on the bombardier board."
"Sure," I said. "The bombs are radioactive, all right. Have you ever checked their half-life?"
It was a long shot. Gascoigne was a weapons man; if it were possible to check half-life on board the SV-1, he would have checked it.
Source: Gutenberg

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