Books: cyberiad and perfect spy

books/cyberiad.mdwn

+[[!meta title="The Cyberiad"]]
+
+## Trechos
+
+---
+
+    Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
+    And every vector dreams of matrices.
+    Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
+    It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
+                    -- Stanislaw Lem, "Cyberiad"
+
+---
+
+    Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
+    Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn,
+    Their indices bedecked from one to n,
+    Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
+
+    Come, every frustum longs to be a cone,
+    And every vector dreams of matrices.
+    Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze:
+    It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
+
+    In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
+    Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
+    Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
+    We shall encounter, counting, face to face.
+                    -- The Cyberiad

books/perfect-spy.mdwn

+[[!meta title="A Perfect Spy"]]
+
+## Trechos
+
+---
+
+    A society that admires its shock troops had batter be bloody careful about where it's going.
+      -- A Perfect Spy
+
+---
+
+    Intelligence is nothing if not an institutionalised black market in perishable commodities.
+      -- A Perfect Spy
+
+---
+
+    Military intelligence has about as much to do with intelligence as military music has to do
+    with music.
+      -- A Perfect Spy
+
+---
+
+    When two people have decided to go to bed with each other, what passes between them before
+    the event is a matter of form rather than of content.
+      -- A Perfect Spy
+
+---
+
+    Hell, Jack, we're licensed crooks, that's all I'm saying. What's our racket? Know what our racket is?
+    It is to place our larcenous natures at the service of the state. So I mean why should I feel different
+    about Magnus just because maybe he go the mix a little wrong? I can't.
+      -- A Perfect Spy