"You know, Doctor, he has some very strange ideas of purity and beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, he says. I tell him poet's eye descriptions of oil refineries at sunset are a waste of computer time. Half our readers work in them. Homo or hetero, they're all the same — they want to be told the world somewhere else is a beautiful place. Tell them the world they know is beautiful too and they'll spit in your face."— from The Continuous Katherine Mortenhoe, by D.G. Compton.
Ordinary people dream of elsewhere. Only poets dream of here.
I am loving this book so far. It's both light and serious. Also, it's funny, sometimes unintentionally as it's 1974's vision of "the future."
"The real, the continuous Katherine Mortenhoe possessed the possibility of joy."
I find unreasonable joy in noticing that this novel sits on my desk in aesthetic harmony with my notebook.
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