Author: Jeff Noon
Cites
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- IN: Vurt (1993) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Sometimes it feels like the whole world is smeared with Vaz.
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- IN: Automated Alice (1996) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Now in my trembling days I seek
All comfort to be found
In contemplation of the past;
When we rowed aground
At Godstow on the Thames' bank,
With my sweet Alice bound.
And there beneath a spreading elm
I told a tale of joy
To a child who smiled to hear
This older man's employ.
But now that girl is married to
Some fine and dashing boy.
And I am near my maker's house,
There to sup the chalice,
With one last tale to tell as time
Works my shape with malice;
Of how a child will become my
Automated Alice.
Now in these final days I seek
To find a future clime;
In which my Alice can escape
The radishes of time.
Faster, faster ticks the clock that
Turns to end this rhyme.
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