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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"Go to hell," Foyle growled. "You know, Foyle, I admire you." "Go to hell." "In your
own primitive way you've got ingenuity and guts. You're Cro-Magnon, Foyle. I've
been checking on you. That bomb you threw in the Presteign shipyards was ...
"Last time we talked your dialogue consisted entirely of 'Go to hell.'" "Go to hell,
Dagenham, if it'll make you feel any better." "Your repartee's improved; your
speech, too. You've changed," Dagenham said. "Changed a damned sight too
"It's the road to hell," Jisbella said. "Then let's find it and get off the road. Here's
my idea, Yeovil. Foyle was tinkering with that hell brew in his lab in Old St. Pat's,
trying to analyze it." "I told you that in strict confidence," Jisbella said furious- iy- ...
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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