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Then I smelled roses, thick, cloying, old-fashioned, almost sickly sweet. I looked at him. He put a hand to his chest. He stood in the darkness of the alley off Perdido Street and thought about it, about True Love,whatever it was.

ne I figured would understand, y’see, I’ve uh—”THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON Maybe I will, I said. Alfred Bester’s THE STARS, MY DESTINATION is a classic novel to read and re-read for suchminutiae of characterization. But all that meat.