Poul Anderson

Poul Anderson

Summary

Portrait of Poul Anderson Poul Anderson,  Catalysis

“ The reality was here, just beyond the walls, where Neptune hung ashen above glittering snow that was not snow, where a thin poisonous wind whimpered between barren snags, where the dark and the cold flowed triumphantly close. The reality would be a block of solid gas, a hundred human corpses locked in it like flies in amber, it would be death and the end of all things.
He spoke slowly, through numbed lips: "Why has man always supposed that God cared?"
"We don't know if He does or not," said Catherine. "But man cares, isn't that enough?"
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Poul Anderson Poul Anderson,  Catalysis

“ Tunnels connected the various buildings on the Hill, instruments were of necessity designed to operate in the open without needing human care, men rarely had occasion to go out any more. Which was just as well, for it takes considerable power and insulation to keep a man alive when the temperature hovers around 60 degrees Kelvin.
And so you stood at a meter-thick port of insulglas, and looked out, and saw only night.
Thomas Gilchrist turned away from the view with a shudder. He had always hated cold, and it was as if the bitterness beyond the lab-dome had seeped in to touch him.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Poul Anderson Poul Anderson,  Catalysis

“ Gilchrist choked out an explanation.
Vesey emerged and swore luridly, out of hurt and bewilderment at his own people. "And we haven't a tear gas bomb or a needler in the place!" He brooded a moment, then whirled on Jahangir, who had come out behind him. "Get a tank of compressed ammonia gas from the chem section and give 'em a few squirts if they're still kicking up when you arrive. That ought to quiet them without doing any permanent damage."
The chief nodded and bounded off with his subordinates. In this gravity, one man could carry a good-sized tank.
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Source: Gutenberg

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