The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch

by Philip K. Dick

She eyed him, and her bosom, already overextended and enticing, became even more so; it expanded with indignation.

My word, the sexism in this book is just savage. This is about the tenth example.

The man bobbed toylike in front of him, meanwhile digging into his pocket as if scratching at a familiar microorganism that possessed parasitic proclivities that had survived the test of time.

?

Isn’t a miserable reality better than the most interesting illusion?

Women can get a man to do anything, he realized. Mother, wife, even employee; they twist us like hot little bits of thermoplastic.

I get the impression this is the author speaking.

‘Do I have stainless steel teeth? I have an artificial arm?’ Leo lifted up both his hands. ‘Well? And my eyes—’

The three stigmata