The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)

On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.

he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic

‘I inquired as to the Moment,’ Mr Tagomi said. ‘The Moment for us all. No moving lines. A static hexagram.’ He shut the book.

And yet, even if one person finds his way … that means there is a Way. Even if I personally fail to reach it.

hypnagogic

We really do see astigmatically, in fundamental sense: our space and our time creations of our own psyche, and when these momentarily falter – like acute disturbance of middle ear.

And then he thought about Africa, and the Nazi experiment there. And his blood stopped in his veins, hesitated, at last went

“What profit it a man if he gain the whole world but in this enterprise lose his soul?”’ The radio paused, Frink, tying his tie, also paused.

all connected in this moment of casting the yarrow stalks to select the exact wisdom appropriate in a book begun in the thirtieth century B.C.