“Oh Ford, oh Ford!”

“God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.”

“Ford's in his flivver; all's well with the world.”

“Fortunate boys!' said the Controller. 'No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy - to preserve you, so as far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.' 'Ford's in his flivver,' murmured the DHC. 'All's well with the world.”

“Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!”

“Pain's a delusion."Oh, is it?" said the Savage and, picking up a thick hzel switch, strode forward.The man from the The Fordian Science Monitor made a dash for his helicopter.”

“Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might bedone in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds ofhours, and what had he done with them? Wasted them, spilt theprecious minutes as though his reservoir were inexhaustible.”