A soft drink and a couple of Twinkies didn’t make a meal, but at least they informed my stomach my intentions… — Frederik Pohl

“Would it help, do you think, if I canceled this operation and tried to get you, the other you, on the phone? President-to-President? A one-on-one talk?”

“Why, I think that would depend on what you said, Mr. President,” she said thoughtfully.

“I’d say the truth!” he barked. “Might be an interesting change, at that.”

It is a constant wonder to me how crazy a sane person can get.