The stars my destination
In this pulse-quickening novel, Alfred Bester imagines a future in which people "jaunte" a thousand miles with a single thought, where the rich barricade themselves in labyrinths and protect themselves with radioactive hit men--and where an inarticulate outcast is the most valuable and dangerous man alive.
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Fourmyle capped their wildest speculations. The muzzle of a circus cannon thrust
up from the staff car. There was the bang of a black-powder explosion and
Fourmyle of Ceres was shot out of the cannon in a graceful arc to the very door of
"Fourmyle!" the guests shouted. "Fourmyle of Ceres!" the sightseers cheered.
Presteign's party was now an assured success. Inside the vast velvet and plush
reception hall, Presteign examined Fourmyle curiously. Foyle endured the keen ...
"Foyfe slipped." "How?" "The name." "Fourmyle of Ceres? He bought the Ceres
company." "But Geoffrey Fourmyle?" "He invented it." "He thinks he invented it.
He remembered it. Geoffrey Fourmyle is the name they use in the megalomania
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This book was published in 1956 – a time when traveling to the moon would still be science fiction for quite a few years. Many of its ideas were astonishing then and its plot of blind revenge ... Read full review