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'I stood there in the base shelter among the Terran things, each with its definite use, which, somehow, made it peculiar and abnormal. With some interest I was observing myself at this moment not able to speak. It was impossible to do what one had once though of as making up one's mind. It seemed ridiculous, almost wrong, to be faced with a direct positive or negation. I reacted against it. And yet I kept trying desperately, angrily, to find my own personality and my own point of view, since it was to that surely that I would come back after this rocking and twisting? And quick, I said to myself, quick, and he under his breath was saying the same. But I couldn't get back to myself. I couldn't speak. I couldn't say yes.' (Naomi Mitchison, Memoirs of a Spacewoman)

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