Dubowski shook his head. 'I think you're wrong. They'll find plenty of good, profitable ways to exploit this planet. But even if you were correct, well, it's just too bad. Knowledge is what man is all about. People like you have tried to hold back progress since the beginning of time. But they failed, and you failed. Man needs to know.'
'Maybe,' Sanders said. 'But is that the only thing man needs? I don't think so. I think he also needs mystery, and poetry, and romance. I think he needs a few unanswered questions to make him brood and wonder.'
Dubowski stood up abruptly, and frowned. 'This conversation is as pointless as your philosophy, Sanders. There's no room in my universe for unanswered questions.'
'Then you live in a very drab universe, Doctor.'
'Maybe,' Sanders said. 'But is that the only thing man needs? I don't think so. I think he also needs mystery, and poetry, and romance. I think he needs a few unanswered questions to make him brood and wonder.'
Dubowski stood up abruptly, and frowned. 'This conversation is as pointless as your philosophy, Sanders. There's no room in my universe for unanswered questions.'
'Then you live in a very drab universe, Doctor.'
in With Morning Comes Mistfall, by George R. R. Martin
I'm with Sanders.
I'm with Sanders.