It was even before he left Earth that he first thought of it as a planet, like any other, not particularly his own.

Namaste, Prince of Naga-loka. I'm grateful. You're a fine fellow." He stuck out his tongue and grinned wickedly. "For a royal wriggler." "Namaste, O flea-ridden tree-climber," Shesha replied, with a fond glint in his eyes. "May your life be as long as you insolence is great.

From the point of view of the benefits to the revolution, [we decided] to allow voting only by those who are the genuine party guard.

Written By Bernard Malamud

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