A Star Appeared...and Was Momentarily Eclipsed By

He Lost Himself In A Maze Of Thoughts That Were Rendered Vague By His Lack Of Words To Express Them. Frowning, He Tried Again.

How Would I Myself Live In This Proposed Society? How Long Would It Be Before I Went Stark Staring Mad?

His Mind Was Crowded With Memories; Memories Of The Knowledge That Had Come To Them When They Closed In On The Struggling Pig, Knowledge That They Had Outwitted A Living Thing, Imposed Their Will Upon It, Taken Away Its Life Like A Long Satisfying Drink.

I'm Not A Critic So Much Of My Own Writing. People Must Make Up Their Own Minds Over That.

I Do Like People To Read The Books Twice, Because I Write My Novels About Ideas Which Concern Me Deeply And I Think Are Important, And Therefore I Want People To Take Them Seriously. And To Read It Twice Of Course Is Taking It Seriously.