Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden... the island abounds in milk and honey.
I've never backed down from a fight and I relish a good debate.
I think you can do science fiction, but you have to ground it in some realism. People need to identify with the characters, with their plights and their issues.
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