I said here that the tone of this story was elegiac. This continues:
"...our trumpeter blows too many Farewells every year." (p. 138)
"Sunset was slanting across North America and turning the mountains purple..." (p. 139)
Braganza Diane lives in a medieval cliff-side stone house beside:
"...a site excavated centuries ago, where flint-working reindeer hunters lived for millennia while the glacier covered North Europe." (p. 138)
Yet intercontinental carriers and spaceships pass overhead. Anderson is not only adding to his first future history series but also encapsulating:
"...the oneness of time." (ibid.)
"Anderson fuses elegiac prose and a sweeping vision of man's technological future..."
-Booklist (quoted on the front cover of this edition although not on the version of the cover shown here)
2 comments:
Kaor, Paul!
Shouldn't that be "...our trumpeter blows TOO many Farewells every year"?
Ad astra! Sean
It should.
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