“So
you dance now, Gully?”
“I
dance, speak four languages miserably, study science and philosophy, write
pitiful poetry, blow myself up with idiotic experiments, fence like a fool, box
like a buffoon...In short, I’m the notorious Fourmyle of Ceres.”
“No longer Gully Foyle.”
“Only to you, dear, and whoever you’ve told.”.
(from The Stars My
Destintion by Alfred Bester)
8*/10. The
complete review is here.
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