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But I'll tell you a secret—" (she all but whispered this, leaning over the piles of
cards) "I don't like commercial music." "Oh," I said. What hearts did I wring when I
was a child? Just a biological device, Nature keeping us old ones in the service
But who, of course, or even what, I can't tell." "Artistic passion?" said she. "Mm hm
. And the rest . . . well, it doesn't tell us anything we don't know. Sensitive.
Intellectual. But animal vitality, mustn't forget that. That's about.it." "Oh," she said.
We will tell Lori and Valeria that he thought of them, that his last words were of
them, and that he loved them." The dying man laughed. "Not— wife." "But I can
tell Lori, can't I?" I said. He nodded, just a bit. "Victor loves his daughter and gives
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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