Sublime

silvery as inverted icicles. She has never inhaled such fecund

Updike’s “A&P”

Dwayne Z. (“Dizzy”) Cubitts,

Neelay stares into his screen, a world coming on hard, where social status will accrue entirely by votes in a space that is at once instant, global, anonymous, virtual, and merciless.

“Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.” “That’s right, Jack.”

Survival might be insufficient, she’d told Dieter in late-night arguments, but on the other hand, so was Shakespeare.

as if he, too, might have another hundred years or two to document what time hides forever in plain sight.

impotent, unspecified hatred of the wealthiest “one percent.”