Friday, 27 January 2017
quote [ "I say, the gostak distims the doshes!" said a fine-looking young fellow. His face was pale and strained looking.
The young man facing him sneered derisively:
"Aw your grandmother! Don't be a feeble—"
He never finished. The first fellow's fist caught him in the cheek. Several books dropped to the ground. In a moment the two had clinched and were rolling on the ground, fists flying up and down, smears of blood appearing here and there. ]
A sci-fi yarn from 1930 about trying to understand an alternate universe's sudden zeal over what we'd think was a meaningless concept. I thought it relevant to many topics of late.