Richard Wilson

Summary

Richard Wilson Course of Empire (1955)

The older man sat down on the grassy bank on the hill overlooking the orchard. The autumn sun was bright but the humidity was low and there was a breeze.
The younger man sprawled next to him.
"Cigarette?" he asked.
"Thanks," said Roger Boynton. He looked across the valley, past the apple trees, to the fine white-columned house on the hill beyond. He smiled reminiscently. "A friend of mine once owned that house. A fellow commissioner in World Government. He and I used to sit on this very hill, sometimes. We'd munch on an apple or two that we'd picked on our way through the orchard.
Source: Gutenberg

Richard Wilson Course of Empire (1955)

A 'Medean overseer climbed the hill effortlessly. He was tall and tentacled and the breathing apparatus over his head gave him the appearance of a mechanical man.
"Kigh-kigh pinis," the 'Medean said. "You two-fella all-same chat-chat too-much. B'phava b'long work he-stop 'long orchard pick-im apple."
The two men stood up and obediently walked down the hill toward the apple orchard.
Source: Gutenberg

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