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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My specialty is telesending." "And charm." "What?" "I want to buy your charm,
Miss Wednesbury." "I don't understand." "Why," Foyle said mildly. "It ought to be
simple for you. I'm the buffoon. I'm vulgarity, imbecility, obscenity. That's got to
Please sit here, Miss . . . ?" "Wednesbury. Robin Wednesbury." "Charmed. I'm
Captain Y'ang- Yeovil. How nice of you to come and see me, Miss Wednesbury.
You've saved me a long, hard search." "B-But I don't understand. What were you
"It's true, Miss Wednesbury. I do finesse, but there's no need now. Not when you'
ve evidently come of your own free will to offer information." "He's too adroit . . .
too quick . . . He—" "You sound as though you've been badly tricked recently,
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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