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He had been content to drift from moment to moment of existence for thirty years
like some heavily armored creature, sluggish and indifferent — Gully Foyle, the
stereotype Common Man — but now he was adrift in space for one hundred and
"Certainly not. You know my slogan: Not one cent for entropy. Do I hear a
hundred credits for this expensive and lovely creature? One hundred, gentlemen
? She's all beauty and highly adaptable. Two? Thank you. Three and a half?
They were six hundred thousand miles from 'Nomad'." "Six hundred thous — ?" " '
Nomad' was too far out of the shipping lanes. They wanted you to drift where
ships would pass. They took you six hundred thousand miles sunward and set
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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