I'm heading into the clubhouse turn on this novel, and it's been pretty gripping for some time now. (I wouldn't call it a science fiction novel, actually. But I guess its ghettoization as such wasn't a detriment, as I saw a cover of a later edition which proclaimed that the book had sold over a million copies. It's more a disaster novel, and there is no science in the novel--conceptual or hardware manifestation)--which is not present now. Or then, since the book was first published in 1977.) In addition to the page turning qualities of the book, there are also little moments along the way which crystalize some pretty big thoughts. Like this one, for instance:
"They were not drawn to each other . . . they were thrust against each other in their fear of what was outside them."
I couldn't help but think of my own Love Life, wherein I have more often than not found myself in a relationship with a person I was not--at least initially--attracted to. And maybe that explains the relatively ephemeral nature of my romantic relationships. When you're with somebody because of proximity and / or because of what you fear . . . whether it be loneliness, emptiness, or horniness . . . it probably won't work out. It certainly hasn't for me. So much for if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.
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