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“The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.”

Quote by Philip K. Dick

Work

Time Out of Joint

In this thought-provoking novel, the protagonist grapples with the unraveling of his sense of self and the fabric of reality within a seemingly idyllic community. more

Author

Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick

Philip K. Dick was an American science fiction novelist known for his unique philosophical thinking and profound futuristic imagination. His works often explore the boundaries between individuals and society, reality and illusion, and have had a profound impact on science fiction literature. more

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