He leant his forehead on his hand, and people, looking in through the open door, --for this scene is supposed to take place on a summer's evening--But how dull this is, this historical fiction!

"I grew up in a place like this, where everyone I knew went to space, " Garriott tells me over a lunch of veal and cabbage at a dreary Star City cafeteria.

The time will come when all activities are depressing and heavy, and the dreaded question, "What' s the use?" will have to be faced and dealt with.

You might think that imagining a future haircut would be pretty dull. Not at all.

The atmosphere was dull at best and I actually inhabited the room for the better part of the semester without incident until two weeks before finals.