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"Consider the poor mailman of the future. To "sleet and snow and dead of night" -- things that must not keep him from his appointed rounds -- will be added, sub-zero void, meteors, and planets that won't stay put. Maybe he'll decide that for six cents an ounce it just ain't worth it."
"I'm washed up," Preston growled bitterly. "They made a postman out of me. Me -- a postman!"