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283 pages, Paperback
Published April 9, 2024
And why is it that men sometimes sit bolt upright in the middle of the night, bathed in sweat, terrified by some nightmare, but that they never sit bolt upright at work, in the much more horrifying nightmare they live every day?I found "So Far from Home" mopey, yet oddly fascinating. And, actually, the Agent doesn't hate everything about Earth...
—pp.64-65
Except for cats, that is. Indeed, the cat is the only thing on Earth that really interests me. Probably because it doesn't seem to belong to this world. What is the source of that indolence it alone possesses, that insolent laziness that seems to thumb its nose at commerce, that ability to live life at such a languid pace amid a frantic world of fits and starts, that pleasure it gets from curling up into a ball, complacent in its apathy, opening an eye from time to time to look out on the madness of the world around it, a world that couldn't possibly concern it? Who knows? Men have often asked themselves the same questions. Strange to think that they tolerate cats. No doubt because they don't understand them. They only understand dogs, their devoted brethren, always craving affection, always ready to perform a thousand clever tricks. In any case, cats are truly the only things on this planet with which I feel some affinity.
—pp.72-73
Soon, nobody would remember what the twentieth century once called "public services."Paul Coray remembers...
—p.152
Life is monotonous in the celestial city. Sadly, I'm apparently the only one who notices.
—p.203
"It's better to avoid dying when we're sick," explained the doctor. "The organism requires longer to recover."This final story involves... finality. You're gonna die anyway, after all—might as well lean into it.
—p.263