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Well written short stories that are clean.

"Does the Greek word [klone] have any meaning for you, Doctor?"

"In the front car, a soldier, no more than eighteen at most, sings drunkenly of bottles of beer on the wall-- ninety-nine tragic particulars in the vast array of emblems : Even pleasure, oblivion must pass, casually, senselessly fall in the endless chain of chance destructions."

"All error begins," Queen Louisa said, "with soreheads."

"He had, I saw, no ordinary face. Enormous gazelle eyes as pale as glass, an uptilted nose above protruding, crooked teeth, and skin very nearly as ashen as dried-out clay. It was not necessarily an alarming face, though my first reaction was definitely alarm; but it was, emphatically, a kind of face you'd not expect to see twice on one planet."

(Surely God loves, if not us, stained glass.)