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“The Defenders” (1953) by Philip K. Dick.

From “Galaxy Science Fiction,” January 1953.

No weapon has ever been frightful enough to put a stop to war—perhaps because we never before had any that thought for themselves!

Tom Sawyer Abroad (1894) and Tom Sawyer, Detective (1896) by Mark Twain.

“Oh, you make me tired!” says Tom. “I don’t want to argue any more with people like you and Huck Finn, that’s always wandering from the subject, and ain’t got any more sense than to try to reason out a thing that’s pure theology by the laws that protect real estate!”

Now that’s just where Tom Sawyer warn’t fair. Jim didn’t mean no harm, and I didn’t mean no harm. We knowed well enough that he was right and we was wrong, and all we was after was to get at the HOW of it, and that was all; and the only reason he couldn’t explain it so we could understand it was because we was ignorant—yes, and pretty dull, too, I ain’t denying that; but, land! that ain’t no crime, I should think.

But he wouldn’t hear no more about it—just said if we had tackled the thing in the proper spirit, he would ‘a’ raised a couple of thousand knights and put them in steel armor from head to heel, and made me a lieutenant and Jim a sutler, and took the command himself and brushed the whole paynim outfit into the sea like flies and come back across the world in a glory like sunset. But he said we didn’t know enough to take the chance when we had it, and he wouldn’t ever offer it again. And he didn’t. When he once got set, you couldn’t budge him.

But I didn’t care much. I am peaceable, and don’t get up rows with people that ain’t doing nothing to me. I allowed if the paynim was satisfied I was, and we would let it stand at that.

Now Tom he got all that notion out of Walter Scott’s book, which he was always reading. And it WAS a wild notion, because in my opinion he never could’ve raised the men, and if he did, as like as not he would’ve got licked. I took the book and read all about it, and as near as I could make it out, most of the folks that shook farming to go crusading had a mighty rocky time of it.

The Electronic Mind Reader (1957) by John Blaine

Barby was still spellbound by the miner’s success. “It’s just fantastic, utterly, how much he knows.” She shook her smooth blond head. “I wish I knew that much about something.”

“Want to win a million?” Rick asked.

“Who doesn’t?” Barby returned dreamily. Suddenly she stared. “You have a Look on your face,” she stated. “Rick Brant, you’re cooking up something!”

Rick grinned. “I can win the quiz,” he said casually. “It’s easy. Let me know if either of you want to win. Of course you might end up in jail if you’re not real careful, but I think it’ll work.”