“What’s that saying?” he said, smiling crookedly. “When you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever it is that remains—” “—however improbable, must be the truth. Yes, the problem is, the man who wrote that believed in faeries, and that he could photograph them.”
“What’s that saying?” he said, smiling crookedly. “When you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever it is that remains—”
“—however improbable, must be the truth. Yes, the problem is, the man who wrote that believed in faeries, and that he could photograph them.”
S. M. Stirling, The Peshawar Lancers
believed in faeries, and that he could photograph them.
Better than fairies he couldn’t photograph.
Sadly, there are other ways to make the fairies unfalsifiable. (“They must be hiding today! Maybe tomorrow!”)
S. M. Stirling, The Peshawar Lancers
Better than fairies he couldn’t photograph.
Sadly, there are other ways to make the fairies unfalsifiable. (“They must be hiding today! Maybe tomorrow!”)