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216 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1952
Nobody's bulletproof: our armor is never more than tinfoil. The heavens are empty, Frances [Templemore's wife}. But though you know it's so, you still can't get used to it. Can't get used to the sheer meaninglessness of one's acts ... to the fact that good deeds, bad deeds prove quite haphazardly boons or banes ... God is always silent, always. All that we can found good and evil on are the quicksands of our own intentions.... Nothing ever comes to guide us....Just for the record, the ellipsis marks in the above quote are directly transcribed from the novel. Nothing has been omitted.