Results 1-3 of 47
After thirty years of existence and six months of torture, Gully Foyle, the
stereotype Common Man, was no more. The key turned in the lock of his soul and
the door was opened. What emerged expunged the Common Man forever. "You
pass me ...
'Tve — " The valet gazed at Foyle curiously. "Is anything wrong, Mr. Fourmyle?" "
What you call me, man?" "By your name, sir." "My name is . . . Fourmyle?" Foyle
struggled up in the bed. "No, it's not. It's Foyle. Gully Foyle, that's my name, me.
"Gully Foyle." "But you're not in my cell. You're not even near. Men are in the
north quadrant of Gouffre Martel. Women are in the south. I'm South-900. Where
are you?" "North-Ill." "You're a quarter of a mile away. How can we — Of course!
What people are saying - Write a review
Review: The Stars My DestinationUser Review - Bart - Goodreads
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