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"A Trembler," he said. "My God, a Trembler in our very midst." I shut my eyes. "
The Quakers," I said, "called themselves the Society of Friends. They were called
Quakers, because some fool heard John Fox say he quaked in the presence of
So you're a Communist. Good Heavens! And a Trembler, too? I thought they didn'
t go together." "They do," I said. "Very well. And I'd prefer it if you called me what
we call ourselves: Nobodies— I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you Nobody, too?
We died the minute we crashed. Plague, toxic food, deficiency diseases, broken
bones, infection, gangrene, cold, heat, and just plain starvation. I'm just a
Trembler. My God, you're the ones who want to suffer: conquer and control,
conquer and ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - crazybatcow - LibraryThing
I didn't like it. It started okay... seemed like it might be interesting, but then... it kinda went off the rails and ended up being some interior monologue between the main character and figments of ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Wattsian - LibraryThing
This is a really marvelous story about crash-landed space farers that deals with mortality, society, psychology, religion, feminism, politics and, most of all, the slow veil that falls as distractions go away and we are confronted Read full review