Thursday, April 12, 2007

V

We can but hope he's in a heaven of his own design.

When I finished 1984 in 1997, my heart was seared by an unpredictable world of overwhelming cruelty and indifference. Some years later, the ending of The Sirens of Titan taught me to triumph in spite of that world, and healed a scorched heart.

$0.35 in 1959, First Edition

Dad's copy, which I read

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