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I keep writing out a long response to this thread, hoping to add something meaninful and perhaps even profound.

But it just ain't in the cards tonight.

I think I'll settle with "Zoit, Narf, Egad!"

One of my favorite aspects of Heinlein's philosophy as expressed in his works is that you never know what to expect. One moment he sounds conservative enough to make Rush Limbaugh blush, the next he makes the anarchist in you go "well that might be taking things too far." I don't totally agree with his philosophy at any point, really, but I admire the fact that he didn't seem to hesitate to change his mind and his worldview as time went on. He seemed willing to think for himself, and continue doing so, which I find very admirable even when the thinking doesn't mirror my own.

That being said, I've enjoyed all of his works (at least what I've read: Stranger in a Strange Land, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls, Methusselah's Children, Friday, Podkayne of Mars, Between Planets, To Sail Beyond the Sunset, JOB: A Comedy of Justice, Time Enough for Love, Starship Troopers, The Man Who Sold the Moon, The Number of the Beast, Expanded Universe, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, and whatever else of his I've read that I can't remember the title of offhand).

Okay, enough with the showing off how much I read, as it probably seems a lot less impressive to this crowd than to my co-workers...