“Everywhere he went he saw this same phenomenon—parents unmindful of their children, their attention fixed on little glass windows in the palms of their hands, mesmerized like drug addicts, longing for some artificial connection while their own flesh and blood… — Douglas Wynne Copy Share
“The book was rife with abstract diagrams that blurred the boundaries between art, mathematics, and pornography. Triangles of stacked numbers, columns of those thorny… — Douglas Wynne Copy Share Image
“Everywhere he went he saw this same phenomenon—parents unmindful of their children, their attention fixed on little glass windows in the palms of their hands, mesmerized like drug addicts, longing for some artificial connection while their own flesh and blood careened wildly through a chaotic and violent world behind their backs. The writer was even worse. He invented false worlds… — Douglas Wynne Copy Share
“It seemed to him that there was a scarlet thread running through the fabric of life, one that joined events across the years, piercing… — Douglas Wynne Copy Share Image
