Mack Reynolds

Mack Reynolds

Summary

Portrait of Mack Reynolds Mack Reynolds,  Ultima Thule

“ This Ronny Bronston had realized before he ever applied for an interplanetary appointment. Mankind was exploding through this spiral arm of the galaxy. There was a racial enthusiasm about it all. Man's destiny lay out in the stars, only a laggard stayed home of his own accord. It was the ambition of every youth to join the snowballing avalanche of man into the neighboring stars.
It took absolute severity by Earth authorities to prevent the depopulation of the planet.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Mack Reynolds Mack Reynolds,  Ultima Thule

“ Metaxa had been sitting with his heels on his desk. Now he put them down and reached a hand into a drawer to emerge with a brown bottle and two glasses. “Do you drink?” he said.
“Of course.”
“Even during working hours?” Metaxa scowled.
“When occasion calls.”
“Good,” Metaxa said. He poured two drinks. “You'll get your fill of seeing the galaxy,” he said. “Not that there's much to see. Man can settle only Earth-type planets and after you've seen a couple of hundred you've seen them all.”
Ronny sipped at his drink, then blinked reproachfully down into the glass.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Mack Reynolds Mack Reynolds,  Ultima Thule

“ A group of colonists go out with their dreams, their schemes, their far-out ideas. In a few centuries they've populated their new planet, and often do very well indeed. But often not and a nudge, a push, from Section G can start them up another rung or so of the ladder of social evolution. Most of them don't want the push. Few cultures, if any, realize they are mortal; like Hitler's Reich, they expect to last at least a thousand years. They resist any change—even change for the better.”
Ronny's defenses were crumbling, but he threw one last punch.
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Source: Gutenberg

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