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"Of course," she said. "And everybody gets rescued. As my father was trying to tell
you." "John Ude was trying to tell me, I believe," I said. "My father]" She stuck out
her hand. "Go on." "It's a musician's hand," I said shamelessly, "that's true.
"Of course." What a way to spend a life. Here is the kernel of Victor Graham: I can
satisfy anyone. Myself, I eat potatoes. Well? He must've read something in my
face because he imprisoned my fingers more severely; thank God I don't wear ...
One doesn't say such things, of course. One doesn't quarrel. Not here. But having
children. . . ." She looked at me, quite scornful and very happy, still holding the
gun. She said: "Victor fell in love with her. That was a good thing, of course.
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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
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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