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The Misfortune Of A Young Man Who Returns To His Native Land After Years Away Is That He Finds His Native Land Foreign; Whereas The Lands He Left Behind Remain For Ever Like A Mirage In His Mind. However, Misfortune Can Itself Sow Seeds Of Creativity. ---- Afterword To "hothouse" Brian Aldiss

The Day Of The Android Has Dawned.

I Was Hardly Fit For Human Society. Thus Destiny Shaped Me To Be A Science Fiction Writer.

The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road Is Great Stuff And Deserves To Be Read Aloud. It Compares Quite Favorably To The Walls Of Emerald By Li Chiang Yen, A Chinese Poet Of The Late Tang Period.

When You Are Young, You Enjoy A Sustained Illusion That Sooner Or Later Something Marvelous Is Going To Happen, That You Are Going To Transcend Your Parents' Limitations.