"THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else."
"George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts."
"Harrison Berger on, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to over throw the government."
I forgot. Forgot about what?
"I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook."
"She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor."
"I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television.""What was it?" he said."It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel."Forget sad things," said George."I always do," said Hazel."That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a rivettinggun in his head."Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel."You can say that again," said George."Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy."