The Sirens of Titan: A Novel

The words had spoken again and again of the glorious moment of truth that would come when the Space Wanderer came.

Life was like that, Unk told himself tentatively—blanks and glimpses, and now and then maybe that awful flash of pain for doing something wrong.

Constant knew of the significance of the three sirens in his life. He had read about it—both in the Pocket History of Mars and The Winston Niles Rumfoord Authorized Revised Bible. The three great beauties didn’t mean so much to him now, really, except to remind him that sex had once bothered him.