"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".
Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.
Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen.
Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.
Amory Lovins has said that the only reason Americans look efficient is that each has 300 energy slaves. Those 300 energy slaves will now be reproduced among the elite of India.