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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"Would have had to scuttle you anyway." "Who gave the order?" "Captain." "
Name?" "Joyce. Lindsey Joyce." "Address?" "Skoptsy Colony, Mars." "What!"
Foyle was thunderstruck. "He's a Skoptsy? You mean after hunting him for a year,
I can't ...
"Lindsey Joyce, Skoptsy Colony, Mars," he thought as he was thrust back deep
into the pneumatic chair. "A Skoptsy . . . Without senses, without pleasure, without
pain. The ultimate in Stoic escape. How am I going to punish him? Torture him?
DESTINATION TENTATIVELY FIXED. ALERT COMMANDO BRIGADE. INFORM
CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE. URGENT! The ancient Skoptsy sect of White Russia,
believing that sex was the root of all evil, practiced an atrocious self-castration to
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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