Just as well that I am not in the US then.
Just as well that I am not in the US then.
Easy. If I was trapped in a recently abandoned pickle factory, then I would survive on the food in the staff canteen, starting with what had just been prepared, such as pizza and sandwiches; after a day or so I would move on to see what was in the refrigerators, and finally work my way up to the frozen food. Oh, by the way, when they abandoned the factory, they forgot to turn off the power, so all the perishables are still nicely preserved.
Also, lots of things can be pickled, not just cucumbers. The word “pickles” makes me immediately think of pickled onions. There is usually quite a bit of sugar in the picking vinegar.
There is nothing scientific about homeopathy.
I wonder how many other people at the mosque secretly think the same as you? If you have children, do you think they will be less constrained than you? In which case, there is some hope that the next generation will escape the strictures of organised religion.
When you go into a room for something and then can’t remember what it was. There is something about crossing a threshold that makes memories go poof.
I remember The End of Eternity as being quite unlike anything else Asimov wrote, and all the better for it.