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450 pages, Hardcover
Published October 11, 2022
But to hear him tell it, you'd think it changed the whole world.
“The news.” He laughs. “There’s nothing in the news except what they want people to know. Half the country could burn up and nobody would know it if they didn’t want. Dee, can’t you take what I’m explaining to you? They’ve got the whole world programmed! Total control of communication. They’ve got everybody’s minds wired in to think what they show them and want what they give them and they give them what they’re programmed to want—you can’t break in or out of it, you can’t get hold of it anywhere. I don’t think they even have a plan except to keep things going round and round— and God knows what’s happening to the people or the earth or the other planets, maybe. One great big vortex of lies and garbage pouring round and round getting bigger and bigger and nothing can ever change. If people don’t wake up soon we’re through!”
The young people went about the halls of the House in becoming immodesty, but she was too old for that. She didn’t want to spoil some young man’s breakfast with the sight of her. Besides, they had grown up in the principle of freedom of dress and sex and all the rest, and she hadn’t. All she had done was invent it. It’s not the same.
Like speaking of Asieo as “my husband.” They winced. The word she should use as a good Odonian, of course, was “partner.” But why the hell did she have to be a good Odonian?
When you confront the absolute indifference of magnitudes and vistas so overwhelming, the swollen ego of your self- important suffering is diminished...
And I remembered one of the things that was always so important to me about space—that here anyone has to put on a spacesuit before they step outside. We’re all aliens, no one better equipped to survive than another. I am as normal as anyone else, out here.
One could live in ruins, only so the fires were gone.
And the ghosts were all in the past, invisible.
I’m not what I used to be, she thought. I’m something else, now—a “wife,” created by man in the image of something I have never seen, something called “woman.”
“That’s what you think! You think you know everything. Well, you don’t know what anything is. I read a book about it and you know what it said? They don’t know what memory is. They think maybe it isn’t even in the brain cells. That it’s in the atoms somewhere and even if we’re blown apart that memory stays. What if we do get burned by the sun and we still remember? What if we go on burning and burning and remembering and remembering forever?”