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Im trying to remember a quote, but i just cant place it. It was about how skipping stones are like friends and how we pop in each others lives every now and then and still remain friends. If anyone could remind me what is from and the exact quote i would be very greatful. thanks
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Well I'm currently reading pastwatch, but i usually write down parts of books that really stand out in my mind and i would have written thise one down unless i forgot. I also am reading some of his short stories before i go to bed. thanks
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Sounds like a Worthing Saga quote from the first story in the secoond section. I don't have my book with me (since I'm in class). I can try to remember to check it when I get out but that wont be for about 4 to 5 hours.
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It's from one of the best Worthing stories, in a discussion between two old friends -- a slave and his young master -- one of whom is an artist who chooses to stay off soma and live a normal lifetime, and the other of whom becomes a celebrated (if squicky) architect and is escalated to a very high soma schedule.
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Skipping Stones can be found in the last part of The Worthing Saga. Where they have the individual stories from what happened on Capitol.
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"Three times. They keep saying, we'll let you sleep ten years, we'll let you sleep fifteen years. But who wants to sleep? I can't paint in my sleep."
"But Dal," Bergen protested. "Somec is like immortality. I'm going on the ten-down-one-up schedule, and that means that when I'm fifty, three hundred years will have passed! Three centuries! And I'll live another five hundred years beyond that. I'll see the Empire rise and fall, I'll see the work of a thousand artists living hundreds of years apart, I'll have broken out of the ties of time--"
"Ties of time. A good phrase. You are ecstatic about progress. I congratulate you. I wish you well. Sleep and sleep and sleep, may you profit from it."
"The prayer of the capitalist," Treve added, smiling and putting more salad on Bergen's plate.
"But Bergen. While you fly, like stones skipping across the water, touching down here and there and barely getting wet, while you are busy doing that, I shall swim. I like to swim. It gets me wet. It wears me out. And when I die, which will happen before you turn thirty, I'm sure, I'll have my paintings to leave behind me."
"Vicarious immortality is rather second rate, isn't it?"