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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"You think we ought to try backtracking to the hospital?" '- "We'll never make it." "
Guess not. Was just practicing m'brain. Should we start a racket? Make a noise
so they can track us by G-phone?" "They'd never hear u,s . . . Never find us in
She'll never forgive me . . . Must be telling Dagenham and Presteign now." The
door from the reception hall opened, and for a moment Foyle thought he saw his
flaming image. Then he realized he was looking at Jisbella's flaming hair.
"Never. Escape is for cripples. Neurotics." "Neurotics. The favorite word of the
Johnny-Come-Lately educated. You're so educated, aren't you? So poised. So
balanced. You've been running away all your life." "Me? Never. I've been hunting
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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