I’ve been on kind of a Heinlein kick lately.
Once upon a time, Robert Heinlein was my hero. I cut my eye teeth on his “Future History” series, which had a huge, huge, huge influence on me as an adolescent, I read his novels, I read his screeds, he was pretty much the epitome of what I wanted to be when I was an arrogant, know-it-all, condescending jerk of a kid: an arrogant, know-it-all adult.
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