We is an earth shattering dystopian novel that ruffled the feathers of the ruling elite of Russia when it was smuggled out of the country and published in English in 1924.
The way we feel about another person, or about objects, is often bound up in associations that have no direct connection with the person or object at all.
Psychopathology has offered possible answers to why, from time to time, people in large quantities "e;see"e; strange things in the sky which manage to evade trained scientific observers, or conform to what is known about the behavior of falling or flying bodies.
The Secretary of State has died and Tom Shandor discovers that the Secretary requested that he put together his official biography for national consumption.
In abandoned cisterns and old wells, in moldy heaps of straw forgotten in the corners of deserted barns, in reedy pools deep in the woods, in fungied hollows of dead trees, in all such secret places apart from man, strange life engenders, drifts in and takes root and form.
Every writer must seek his own Flowery Kingdom in imagination's wide demesne, and if that search can begin and end on Earth his problem has been greatly simplified.
