Is there a such thing as science fiction with beautiful prose?
philip k dick has his prose moments. most of them in his realist novels though.
>>7826502
First, I just installed a text-only browser because of you.
Second, ... I want to think so, but all the best ones I can think of I've only read in translation. Bradbury, maybe? Wolfe?
>>7826536
>I just installed a text-only browser because of you.
I don't understand
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strugatsky
le guin
wolfe
shelley
hesse
>>7826547
you don't know anything about prose really
>>7826547
His daughter's a cutie though...How is it possible for someone so fucking weird to create such an amazing offspring?
https://youtu.be/CT4y3dbp5_0?t=1m25s
>>7826502
wolfe is the closest you can get
>>7826585
hello /lit/
that's a great way to defend PKD's writing, I'm convinced
>>7826585
not him dick's prose is just not good lol. atrocious might be an overstatement but dick's strengths definitely do not lie in his writing
>>7826600
his prose is perfectly fine. you dumbasses think that if prose isn't purple, it's somehow bad.
Does Italo Calvino count?
>>7826608
I mean "perfectly fine" isn't what OP is looking for though
>>7826608
Dick can be great, I really enjoyed scanner darkly/VALIS, the prose was about on par with any Modernist. However, in alot of his books the prose is awful, even in the well thought of books like Three Stigmata. By awful I mean really obvious, clunky and generally freshman tier. His vision/themes are generally excellent though.
>>7826671
OP here. I'm talking about stuff like Melville or Krasznahorkai. Where every sentence is a fucking masterpiece that takes your breath away and you wonder how the hell someone can write books full of sentences like this.
>>7826587
>born in 1997
>already marriageable and of child rearing age
Fuck I'm getting old. I remember 1997 that was the year Princess Diana died.
>>7826674
>Dick can be great
>>7826779
>>7826674
this though, really. In stuff like Confessions of a Crap Artist and Timothy Archer he has, as you say, prose on par with any modernist.
He wrote tons of books getting paid by the page so you have to hunt around for the good stuff in his oeuvre, but it's there
>>7826547
>ANDY DICK
that's Tom Wolfe ya knucklehead
I love tiny hard dick
>>7826585
Dick's prose is awful by an standard, stupid ignorant fucktard.
>>7826945
>the driver was an standard
>an standard
>an standard
PKD's prose is pretty bad, don't think it's really defensible. I like him though.
Gene Wolfe, Ursula Le Guin, William Gibson, and at his best China Mieville all qualify, I think.
samuel r delany
i was going to say cordwainer smith, but he babbles like a six-year-old full of red food coloring.
>>7826502
>It was comedian versus comedian last week at an L.A. comedy club which saw a brutal fight between Jon Lovitz and Andy Dick. The fight took place at the Laugh Factory in Los Angeles, where the two were reportedly arguing about the murder of their Saturday Night Live colleague, Phil Hartman.
>The club's owner, Jamie Masada, witnessed the fight and said: "Jon picked Andy up by the head and smashed him into the bar four or five times, and blood started pouring out of his nose."
>Lovitz said, "All the comedians are glad I did it because this guy is an [edited]."
>Lovitz and Dick have been at each others throats since a Christmas party in 1997 held at Phil Hartman's house. Andy Dick was reportedly doing cocaine at the party when he gave some to Hartman's wife, Brynn, who had been sober for 10 years. Five months later, Hartman's wife flipped out, shot him, and then killed herself. Lovitz blames it all on Dick giving Brynn the cocaine, and once told Andy when filling in on Hartman's TV show Newsradio, "I wouldn't be here now if you hadn't given Brynn that cocaine."
>The situation got worse last year when Lovitz claims a drunken Andy Dick walked up to his table at a Hollywood restaurant, snatching his guests drinks, and saying to Lovitz "I put the "Phil Hartman hex" on you - you're the next one to die." Clearly that didn't settle well with Lovitz who said "I wanted to punch his face in, but I don't hit women."
Lovitz confirmed for bad ass. Phil Hartman rest in peace, we miss you.
>>7826561
This desu, you got all the big ones
How does the cyberiad poem read in polish? I only read a translated version but it was impressive all the same. The whole of that book is fantastic in general
>>7826957
Gibson is fucking garbage.
Roger and Ann needed to meet Sergey in San Francisco.
“Should we take a train, or a steamship, or a plane?” asked Ann.
“Trains are too slow, and the trip by steamship around South America would take months,” replied Roger. “We’ll take a plane.”
He logged onto the central network using his personal computer, and waited while the system verified his identity. With a few keystrokes he entered an electronic ticketing system, and entered the codes for his point of departure and his destination. In moments the computer displayed a list of possible flights, and he picked the earliest one. Dollars were automatically deducted from his personal account to pay for the transaction.
The planes left from the city airport, which they reached using the city bi-rail. Ann had changed into her travelling outfit, which consisted of a light shirt in polycarbon-derived artifical fabric, which showed off her pert figure, without genetic enhancements, and dark blue pants made of textiles. Her attractive brown hair was uncovered.
At the airport Roger presented their identification cards to a representative of the airline company, who used her own computer system to check his identity and retrieve his itinerary. She entered a confirmation number, and gave him two passes which gave them access to the boarding area. They now underwent a security inspection, which was required for all airline flights. They handed their luggage to another representative; it would be transported in a separate, unpressurized chamber on the aircraft.
“Do you think we’ll be flying on a propeller plane? Or one of the newer jets?” asked Ann.
“I’m sure it will be a jet,” said Roger. “Propeller planes are almost entirely out of date, after all. On the other hand, rocket engines are still experimental. It’s said that when they’re in general use, trips like this will take an hour at most. This one will take up to four hours.”
After a short wait, they were ushered onto the plane with the other passengers. The plane was an enormous steel cylinder at least a hundred meters long, with sleek backswept wings on which four jet engines were mounted. They glanced into the front cabin and saw the two pilots, consulting a bank of equipment needed the fly the plane. Roger was glad that he did not need to fly the plane himself; it was a difficult profession which required years of training.
The surprisingly large passenger area was equipped with soft benches, and windows through which they could look down at the countryside as they flew 11 km high at more than 800 km/h. There were nozzles for the pressurized air which kept the atmosphere in the cabin warm and comfortable despite the coldness of the stratosphere.
“I’m a little nervous,” Ann said, before the plane took off.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” he assured her. “These flights are entirely routine. You’re safer than you are in our ground transport cars!”
>>7827065
Despite his calm words, Roger had to admit to some nervousness as the pilot took off, and the land dropped away below them. He and the other passengers watched out the windows for a long time. With difficulty, he could make out houses and farms and moving vehicles far below.
“There are more people going to San Francisco today than I would have expected,” he remarked.
“Some of them may in fact be going elsewhere,” she answered. “As you know, it’s expensive to provide airplane links between all possible locations. We employ a hub system, and people from smaller cities travel first to the hub, and then to their final destination. Fortunately, you found us a flight that takes us straight to San Francisco.”
When they arrived at the San Francisco airport, agents of the airline company helped them out of their seats and retrieved their luggage, checking the numeric tags to ensure that they were given to the right people.
“I can hardly believe we’re already in another city,” said Ann. “Just four hours ago we were in Chicago.”
“We’re not quite there!” corrected Roger. “We’re in the airport, which is some distance from the city, since it requires a good deal of space on the ground, and because of occasional accidents. From here we’ll take a smaller vehicle into the city.”
They selected one of the hydrocarbon-powered ground transports from the queue which waited outside the airport. The fee was small enough that it was not paid electronically, but using portable dollar tokens. The driver conducted his car unit into the city; though he drove only at 100 km/hr, it felt much faster since they were only a meter from the concrete road surface. He looked over at Ann, concerned that the speed might alarm her; but she seemed to be enjoying the ride. A game girl, and intelligent as well!
At last the driver stopped his car, and they had arrived. Electronic self-opening doors welcomed them to Sergey’s building. The entire trip had taken less than seven hours.
>>7826502
I think Ted Chiang is probably the closest to literary SF that you can get
>>7827060
I don't think he's a brilliant author by any means, he's really blunt thematically and his characters and plots mostly suck. His prose is great, though.
>>7826502
please never post andy dick on this or any other board every again
>>7826674
Dick's prose does not approach any modernist. you're just illiterate.
>>7826502
Stanislaw Lem in Solaris and His Master's Voice
>>7827326
Michael Kandel deserves some kind of award for his translation of the Cyberiad.
>>7827329
I think I read somewhere that Lem collaborated with his translators.
Ballard, Burroughs, Brunner, Gibson are the best.
>>7827330
With Kandel at least, the only Solaris translation that existed for thirty years was apparently infamously crappy.
Flatland by Edwin Abbott Abbott is pretty beautiful, though that's more mathematical fiction than science fiction...
>>7827014
But Dick is funnier than Lovitz. Has Lovitz ever done anything worth watching?
>>7826502
Probably.
some wm gibson, some jeff noon. china mieville is overrated.
Ballard, Ian Watson
>>7827350
I wonder why we don't have a Kandel translation of Solaris. That would really be grand. The recent one by Johnston is excellent though.
>>7826998
Seconding Delany
RA Lafferty is quite brilliant when at his best, as is James Tiptree/Alice Sheldon
I've yet to read any younger SF author with a style worth noting.
>>7827312
>as his non-SF novels have far better prose than his SF
This really surprised me when I realized how true it is
>>7826502
I shed some tears reading Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End, tbqh.
>>7828389
The prose in that is dry as fuck.
>>7826502
H G Wells
>>7826722
>1997
>marriageable
y-you can marry me senpai
>>7826659
I wouldn't say he counts as sci-fi. At least not from what I've read by him
>>7827057
>English
Come, let us hasten to a higher plane,
Where dyads tred the fairy fields of Venn,
Their indices bedecked from one to _n_,
Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
Come, every frustrum longs to be a cone,
And every vector dreams of matrices.
Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze
It whispers of a more ergodic zone.
In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space
Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways.
Our asymptotes no longer out of phase,
We shall encounter, counting, face to face.
I'll grant thee random access to my heart,
Thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love;
And so we two shall all love's lemmas prove,
And in our bound partition never part.
For what did Cauchy know, or Christoffel,
Or Fourier, or any Boole or Euler,
Wielding their compasses, their pens and rulers,
Of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?
Cancel me not--for what then shall remain?
Abscissas, some mantissas, modules, modes,
A root or two, a torus and a node:
The inverse of my verse, a null domain.
Ellipse of bliss, converge, O lips divine!
The product of our scalars is defined!
Cyberiad draws nigh, and the skew mind
Cuts capers like a happy haversine.
I see the eigenvalue in thine eye,
I hear the tender tensor in thy sigh.
Bernoulli would have been content to die,
Had he known such a^2 cos(2 \phi) !
>German
Komm, lass uns tanzen in den Banach-Raum,
Wo Punktepaare wohlgeordnet sind,
Und Riemannsche Blätter rascheln im Wind,
Gefaltet, geheftet, schön wie im Traum.
Ich pfeiffe auf Bernoullis Fixpunktsatz,
Was soll'n mir Hilbert, Euler oder Venn
Mit ihren Indizes von eins bis n,
Wenn Du mich liebst, mein rationaler Schatz!
Fixpunkte träumen von Kontraktionen,
Vektor schmeichelt der schönen Matrize,
Spalten bring er in siedende Hitze,
Heiß und ergodisch glühen die Zonen.
Mordells Vermutung ist kein leerer Wahn,
Denn Deine Kurven sind mein höchstes Ziel,
Ich zählte süßer Punkte endlich viel,
Und meine Graphen kreuzten ihre Bahn.
Du bist mein maximales Ideal,
Der Zustand meiner Liebe ist stabil,
Doch deine Kovarianten sind labil
Und unbestimmt wie Eulers Integral.
In Deinen Augen glänzt der Eigenwert,
In jedem Seufzer schwingt ein Tensor mit,
Du weißt nicht, wie mein Operator litt,
Hast Du ihm doch Funktionen stets verwehrt.
Den Ring aus Polynomen gab ich Dir,
Dazu die Markov-Kette mit dem Stein,
All Deine Tensorfelder waren mein,
Nur Dein Quotientenkörper fehlte mir.
Lösch mich nicht, denn was wird von mir bleiben?
Parabeln, deren Brennpunkt niemand weiß,
Abzissen, zwei Mantissen und ein Kreis.
Laserstrahl wird mich zu Staub zerreiben.
Erstarren werden meine positiven Glieder,
Näht man mein topologisches Leichenhemd,
Vergiß mich nicht, werd mir nicht teilerfremd
Und sing am Grab mir lineare Lieder!
>>7828664
he's termed fabulism on some accounts, but he can be scifi in the sense that flatland or paradise lost (as epic scifi; bloom's take) are sometimes considered scifi.
>>7828667
>Swedish
Den blyge cybernetikern randpunktens makt
förnam, då av Cybrias riemannska yta
en avbild konform strax fram syntes flyta.
"Är det månn' kärlekens tid?" han tänkte försagt.
Vik från mig hädan, laplacianer dag efter dag
och vektorers versorer från morgon till kväll!
Närmare, motbilder! Nära nu kom, ty säll
älskarinnan till älskarens famn reducera vill jag!
Hemimetriska pendlingar enas i skriet det höga,
förvandlas till rotationsgruppers små myriader
med sådana virvlar och slika kaskader
att kortslutning hotar från öga till öga!
Du klass transfinita! Vem om din storhet kan tvista?
Oreducerbara kontinuum! Ursystem vita!
Christoffel och Stokes i graven sitt hår må slita,
jag väljer kärlekens derivata, den första och sista.
Mångbladigt djup i rummen skalära
för kroppsteoremets fånge nu visa,
o, cypressernas Cybria, helt bimodal! Vilken lisa
då gradienternas mäktiga nåd du vill mig beskära!
Ej har den vällust känt som utan grånat hår
varken i Weyl eller Brouwers rum
topologin med sfäriskt famntag inlett stum,
studerande kurvor som utanpå Möbius går!
O, känslors mångomhöljda krökning,
hur högt du måste skattas, erfar den blott
som, anande de axiala parametrars lott,
på nanosekunder går under med flammans ökning!
Som en punkt i ett taylorskt system helt skör,
sina nollkoordinater av asymptoten berövad,
i en sista projektion med en sista kyss dövad,
till farväl - cybernetikern av kärlek dör.
>Italian
Vieni, t'affretta ad un più alto piano,
ove i campi di Venn le ninfe han tante,
e con indice da 1 a n variante,
s'uniscono in modo markoviano.
Vieni; ad esser cono ciascuna retta agogna,
e le matrici ogni vettore sogna.
Della brezza il gradiente tu rimira,
A zone ergodiche ci attira.
Negli spazi hilbertiani o riemanniani
mettan pure qual indice lor piaccia,
i nostri asintoti non sono più lontani
contando finiremo faccia a faccia.
Ti darò ogni indirizzo del mio cuore,
mi dirai le costanti del tuo amore.
Nel sistema di equazioni che tu usi
sotto la stessa graffa sarem chuisi.
Che sapevan Cauchy, Fourier, Eulero
che hanno studiato e n'han menato vanto;
o Christoffel, opppur Boole, invero,
di sì superno, sinusoide incanto ?
Non annullarmi, che resterìa di me ?
Una radice, una mantissa come intero,
un'ascissa, un sol centro, un asse o tre,
l'inverso dei miei versi, a somma zero.
Beate ellissi convergete, o labbra divine !
Il prodotto dei nostri scalari è fatto !
Le Ciberiadi ormai sono vicine,
la mente trema sotto il loro impatto.
Nell'occhio hai già i desiati autovalori,
nel tuo viso si addolciscono i tensori;
saria morto felice il Bernoullì
se avesse visto quest'a^2 cos(2\phi) !
>>7828671
>French
Ainsi toujours poussé vers d'autres extrema,
Le cybernéticien intégrait attristé,
Maints unimodulaires en ce beau soir d'été,
Lui qui rêvait d'amour et de nouveaux climats !
"Fuyez, fuyez au loin, éternels Laplaciens,
Adieu vecteurs, et vous vaines opérations!
Je m'en vais rechercher, en bon théoricien,
Du coeur la dérivée, de l'amour la fonction!
Ne pourrais-je jamais, dessus mes blanches pages,
Changer ces vibrations d'un compas plein d'ardeur,
En gerbes rotatoires, en fiers rétro-couplages,
Au bord du court-circuit, oubliant ma pudeur?
O transfinale classe ! O grandeur altière !
Sacré système, et toi, continuum immortel!
Je donnerai tout Stokes et puis tout Christofell
Pour de l'amour trouver la dérivée première!
Révèle à l'égaré du charnel théorème
Les gouffres composés des espaces scalaires,
O Sainte Cybériade aux doux attraits binaires,
Montre-lui ses gradients semblables à des diadèmes!
Tous ces jours passeront, ils passeront en foule,
Dans l'espace de Weyl, l'espace de Brouwer,
Sur les courbes d'argent, sur les rubans où roule
Le flot topologique par Moebius ouvert!
Aimons donc, aimons donc des magnétiques ondes
Hâtons-nous, jouissons, des divins paramètres
Pressentons les subtils, fantomatiques êtres
Et noyons-nous dans l'ombre des nanonsecondes!"
Tel un point intégrant le système holonôme,
Par l'asymptote enfin il se voit désarmé,
En cette projection ultime, ouvrant les paumes,
Le cybernéticien meurt, d'amour consumé!
>Spanish
Un ciberneta joven potencia extremas
Estudiaba, y grupos unimodulares
De Ciberias, en largas tardes estivales,
Sin vivir del Amor grandes teoremas.
¡Huye...!¡Huye, Laplace, que llenas mis días!
¡Tus versores, vectores que sorben mis noches!
¡A mí contraimagen! Los dulces reproches
Oír de mi amante, oh, alma, querías.
Yo temblores, estigmas, leyes simbólicas
Mutaré en contactos y rayos hertzianos,
Todos tan cascadantes, tan archi- rollanos
Que serán nuestras vidas libres y únicas.
¡Oh, clases transfinitas! ¡Oh, cuánta potentes!
¡Continuum infinito! ¡Presistema blanco!
Olvido a Christoffel, a Stokes arranco
De mi ser. sólo quiero tus suaves mordientes.
De escalas plurales abismal esfera
¡Enseña al esclavo de Cuerpos primarios
Contada en gradientes de soles terciarios
Oh, Ciberias altiva, bimodal entera!
Desconoce deleites quien, a esta hora,
En el espacio de Weyl y en el estudio
Topológico de Brouwer no ve el preludio
Al análisis de curvas que Moebius ignora.
¡Tu, de los sentimientos caso comitante!
Cuánto debe amarte, tan solo lo siente
Quien con los parámetros alienta su mente
Y en nanosegundos sufre, delirante.
Como al punto, base de la holometría,
Quitan coordenadas asíntotas cero,
Así el ciberneta, último, postrero
Soplo de vida quita del amor porfía
>>7828675
>Polish (original)
Nieśmmiały cybernetyk potężne ekstrema
Poznawał, kiedy grupy unimodularne
Cyberiady całkował w popołudnie parne
Nie wiedząc, czy jest miłość, czy jeszcze jej nie ma?
Precz mi, precz, Laplasjany z wieczora do ranka,
I wersory wektorów z ranka do wieczora!
Bliżej, przeciwobrazy! Bliżej, bo już pora
Zredukować kochankę do objęć kochanka!
On drżenia współmetryczne, które jęk jednoczy,
Zmieni w grupy obrotów i sprzężenia zwrotne
A takie kaskadowe, a takie zawrotne,
Że zwarciem zagrażają, idąc z oczy w oczy!
Ty, klaso transfinalna! Ty, silna wielkości!
Nieprzywiedlne continuum! Praukładzie biały!
Christoffela ze Stoksem oddam na wiek cały
Za pierwszą i ostatnią pochodna miłości.
Twych skalarnych przestrzeni wielolistne głębie
Ukaż uwikłanemu w Teoremat Ciała,
Cyberiado cyprysów, bimodalnie cała
W gradnientach rozmnożonych na loty gołębie!
O, nie dożył rozkoszy, kto tak bez siwizny
Ani w przestrzeni Weyla, ani Brouwera
Studium topologiczne uściskiem otwiera
Badając Moebiusowi nieznane krzywizny!
O, wielopowłokowa uczuć kominanto,
Wiele cię trzeba cenić, ten się dowie tylko,
Kto takich paraetrów przeczuwając fantom,
Ginie w nanosekundach, płonąc każdą chwilką!
Jak punkt wchodzący w układ holonomiczności,
Pozbawiony współrzędnych zera asymptotą,
Tak w ostatniej projekcji ostatnią pieszczotą
Żegnany - cybernetyk umiera z miłości.
>Hungarian
Tér és idő zsugorodnak,
Ha én egyszer nekikezdek.
Amit mások már feladnak,
Nekem ott van csak a kezdet.
Néha-néha adódott már
Egy-egy izgalmasabb példa,
Konvolúciós integrál,
Játékelméleti téma,
Pólus-zérus elrendezés
Meg a reziduum-tétel,
Potenciál-modellezés -
(Mi a kezdeti feltétel?)
Találkoztam már én széppel,
Jóval is a programokban,
De mért nem beszélnek a géppel
A programozók jambusokban?!
Elég volt az iterálás,
Szerelmes akarok lenni!
Vagyok is - vagy kitalálás?
Hogy lehet ezt eldönteni?
Oly forró és diadalmas,
Amit érzek tároláskor,
Ha jön egy nagy sima halmaz...
Ezt sosem érzem számoláskor.
Mostanában csak egy dolgon
Járatom a disc-jeimet,
Üres vagyok néhány folton,
S keresem a partneremet,
Aki segít feltölteni
A hátterek ürességét,
És segít megalkotni
Algoritmusom hű képét.
Követném egy pólus ívét
Simuló-sík formájában,
Szimmetrikus tenzor ízét
Éreznénk bit alakjában,
Megszámlálnám tagjaidat
- Vajha volnék rá alkalmas! -
És mátrixszá rendeznélek,
Gyönyörű végtelen halmaz!
>>7828681
>Czech
Nesmělý kybernetik integroval
unimodelární grupy,
leč když měl pochopit, zda láska je či ne,
byl mimořádně tupý.
Laplaci s teorií pravděpodobnosti,
hleď se nám ztratit z očí,
proč milý milou objímá, to nevysvětlí vektorový součin.
Nechť je dána libovolná konstanta
či rovnice, ta neproměnná
veličina nám ukáže, co láska znamená
nebo neznamená.
Žádný Möbiusův list či Mongeova
projekce neurčí teorém,
proč v žáru vášně shoří dva
jak jedno tělo v něm,
gradient holubího letu neozřejmí,
z čeho naše city rostou;
Eulerova konstanta, Čebyševův polynom
či Banachův prostor
jsou náhle k ničemu, když krásky
rudý ret mé svádět počíná;
a platí, bohužel, že jsem dál
odsouzen být prázdná množina,
když milá roztomilá vítá mě naveskrz
chladně a odmítavě,
jsem z teorie chyb, z níž by i Gauss
měl zmatek v hlavě.
The Cyberiad retard has killed the thread. At best that dross has one ok stanza. No-one gives a shit about its translations.
Yes, but it's not science fic with beautiful prose, it's beautiful prose written as science fic.
The difference is important. It's like what sets Tolkein apart from GRRM
>>7829519
Your post is the result of decades of arbitrary and meaningless distinctions that plague literary criticism. It goes up there with Atwood's "Squids in Space" in the firmament of the most inane comments on "muh true lit".
Best translation of Solaris? It looks pretty bitching.
>>7827333
Interview in Virus#23 - Cyberpunk Influences:
William Gibson: (back to the list) Alfred Bester, yeah. Bester I'll go for. [William Burroughs'] Naked Lunch, yes. Philip K. Dick, though, had almost no influence.
Tom Maddox: Right, you've really never much really read...
William Gibson: I never really read Dick because I read Pynchon. You don't need Dick if you've read Pynchon. I mean Dick was the guy who couldn't quite do it.
Tom Maddox: Ah, I think that's different, but you haven't read Dick, Bill (laughs).
>>7829519
Tolkien's prose was terrible though. It was literally just a constant info dump. Every character spoke in essays.
>>7830273
>implying that wasn't the point
>>7830273
yeah I think his in-story verse was actually kind of cool but his prose-style is atrocious. Guess it shows that he spent his life studying poetry (is there any Old English literary prose?)
>>7826502
Tom Wolfe and Andy Dick were separated at birth.
>>7826585
It's well established that Dick's prose isn't his finest feature. Now, you can accept that and look towards authors like Proust or Joyce for pretty prose, or you can continue being a contrarian, which, mind you, wins you no popularity points.
>>7826547
lol philip k dick's books were filled with "his" ideas
