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Book Review of "The World Inside" by Robert Silverberg
Book Review of
"The World Inside"
by Robert Silverberg
copyright (C) 1970 Avon books
Doubleday and Company, Inc.
Garden City, New York, 1971
Review by:
Bill Schaeffer
copyright (c) 2013, 2018
William Schaeffer
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p. 51
"... He makes Saturn trill: a signal to the others. Who ever heard of opening a concert with a cadenza? But they pick up on it.
Ah now. Here they come. Gently the doppler-inverter noodles in with a theme of its own, catching something of the descending fervor of Dillon's stellar patterns. At once the comet-harp overlays this with a more sensational series of twanging tones that immediately transmute themselves into looping blares of green light. These are seized by the spectrum-rider, who climbs up on top of them and, grinning broadly, skis off toward the ultraviolet in a shower of hissing crispness. Old Sophro now does his orbital dives, a swoop and a pickup followed by a swoop and a pickup again, playing against the spectrum-rider in the kind of cunning way that only someone right inside the meshing group can appreciate. Then the incantatory enters, portentous, booming, sending reverberations shivering through the walls, heightening the significance of the tonal and astronomical patterns until the convergences become almost unbearably beautiful. It is the cue for the gravity-drinker, who disrupts everybody's stability with wonderful, wild liberating bursts of force...."
p.60
"When he comes down, he sees the dark-haired woman curled in a corner of the sleeping platform, asleep. He cannot remember her name. He touches her thigh and she awakes quickly, eyes fluttering. "Hello," she says, "Welcome back.""
p. 74
"Jason replies, "I'm investigating the notion that urbmon life is breeding a new kind of human being. A type that adapts readily to relatively little living space and a low privacy quotient."
"You mean a genetic mutation? Michael asks, frowning, "Literally, an inherited social characteristic?"
"So I believe."
p. 115
"Why not go outside? Must he spend all his remaining years hanging here in a pushchair on the interface, tickling access nodes? To go out. To breathe the strange unfiltered air with the smell of green plants on it. To see a river. To fly, somehow, around this barbered planet, looking for the shaggy places..."
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