
The Dispossessed (Hainish Cycle)

Indeed the longer he lived on Urras, the less real it became to him. It seemed to be slipping out of his grasp—all that vital, magnificent, inexhaustible world which he had seen from the windows of his room, his first day on the world. It slipped out of his awkward, foreign hands, eluded him, and when he looked again he was holding something
Ursula K. Le Guin • The Dispossessed (Hainish Cycle)
Gvarab was old enough that she often wandered and maundered. Attendance at her lectures was small and uneven. She soon picked out the thin boy with big ears as her one constant auditor. She began to lecture for him. The light, steady, intelligent eyes met hers, steadied her, woke her, she flashed to brilliance, regained the vision lost. She soared,
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Teachers need willing students. Sometimes all it takes to be a great student is respect, curiosity, and attentiveness.
“Drinking is. I don’t know about this disease. What’s it called?” “Alcoholism, I think.” “Oh, I see. . . . But what do working people do on Anarres for a bit of jollity, to escape the woes of the world together for a night?” Shevek looked blank. “Well, we . . . I don’t know. Perhaps our woes are inescapable?”
Ursula K. Le Guin • The Dispossessed (Hainish Cycle)
Shevek plays such an amazing stranger.
But how can they justify this kind of censorship? You write music! Music is a cooperative art, organic by definition, social. It may be the noblest form of social behavior we’re capable of. It’s certainly one of the noblest jobs an individual can undertake. And by its nature, by the nature of any art, it’s a sharing. The artist shares, it’s the ess
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We’ve made laws, laws of conventional behavior, built walls all around ourselves, and we can’t see them, because they’re part of our thinking.
Ursula K. Le Guin • The Dispossessed (Hainish Cycle)
“If you can see a thing whole,” he said, “it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives. . . . But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life i
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for though only the society could give security and stability, only the individual, the person, had the power of moral choice—the power of change, the essential function of life.
Ursula K. Le Guin • The Dispossessed (Hainish Cycle)
Would you really like to live in a society where you had