Status Updates From Trouble on Triton: An Ambig...

These wholesome Outer Satelliters were desperately accepting of any World-bound decadence; it supplied some sort of frisson, he suspected, ordinarily missing from their small-world lives.

Look, I don’t care if you read it. Just don’t leave it around in your commons, that’s all . . . this isn’t some goddamn police state. Where do you think we are, Earth?

“You know,” Sam said jovially—and loud enough for the others in the room to hear—“while you guys sit around playing war games, there is a war going on out there, that Triton is pretty close to getting involved in.”

Bron asked: “I’m terribly sorry—but are you into prostitution?”
She looked at him again, sharply, started to say one thing, changed to another, finally settled on, “Oh, Jesus Christ,” then went back to fingering her jaw.
Bron thought: The Christians aren’t making another comeback . . .?

frustrated by this ended up skimming through delaney's essay on the dispossessed last night to see if maybe that would unlock the text for me.....he makes some compelling arguments about le guin i think & i definitely have to like. Actually sit down and read it at some point. but mostly it made me wish he was as interesting an sf writer as he is an sf essayist. but we persist.

I can’t have that crazed lesbian in my office.