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445 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1998
A thing could be either one way or another. There didn’t need to be any more variance in the universe than that most basic rule of binary. A thing— glacier, fire, flood— happened or didn’t. A thing came or it went. A thing was either being born and was growing, or was dying. And with only those two possibilities— the day and night of things— transcribed across every object of the world, came all the mystery and richness one could ever hope to seek.It’s a love story. It’s the high and rich cost of metamorphosis. It’s the hot sea of oil. And it’s slow and languid and reckless and animal and I sank down into it like a place to live.
“You could never figure it all out,” Mel said, watching the blinking of orange. “The closest you could come is to learning a small thing really well, and then hoping the big things run pretty much the same way.”Or Matthew, with my thoughts exactly:
“What small thing would you learn?” Wallis asked, and Mel laughed.
“You’re right,” she said. “There’s probably nothing that small.”