"Can I drive you down to your house?”
The man flicked an expressive glance along the car's length and shook his head. "Thanks. I'll walk. There's still a law of averages.”
And you can take that phrase and carve it on Humanity's headstone, Fay thought bitterly, but did not reply. (Algis Budrys)

"Can I drive you down to your house?” The man flicked an expressive glance along the car's length and shook his head. "Thanks. I'll walk. There's still a law of averages.” And you can take that phrase and carve it on Humanity's headstone, Fay thought bitterly, but did not reply.

Algis Budrys

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