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“Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to clutch to its hole. Dredged up and beaten. Blood and drool and womb mud. How cute, this neon shrieker made to plunge upward, odd-headed blob, this marginal electric glow-thing. Dressed and powdered now. Engineered to abstract design. Cling, suck and cry. Follow with the eye. Gloom and drought of unprotected sleep. Had there been a light in her belly, dim briny light in that pillowing womb, dusk enough to light a page, bacterial smear of light, an amniotic gleam that I could taste, old, deep, wet and warm? Return, return to negative unity.”

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Book:Ratner's Star
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Ratner's Star

Ratner's Star is a work of science fiction that delves into the complexities of interstellar travel and the human quest for exploration beyond Earth. The novel likely follows a group of individuals or a civilization as they navigate the challenges and mysteries of the cosmos. more

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Don DeLillo
Don DeLillo

Don DeLillo is an American writer born on November 20, 1936. Known for his unique literary style and profound insights into modern society, his works often explore the impacts of technology, consumerism, and globalization. more

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