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559 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1973
On a high hill in Samoa there is a grave. Inscribed on the marker are these words:I've never fogotten this epigraph, which was written by Robert Louis Stevenson for his own tombstone. According to Wiki, it was translated to a Samoan song of grief which is well-known and still sung in Samoa.
"Under the wide and starry sky
Dig my grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I lay me down with a will!
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."
The bed was not to her liking. It was too large, and she had a feeling for a small bed. Complaint was useless, for beds had the same dimension all over the world, and to have had an alternative size would have involved vast alterations in the Machine.