By Brian Aldiss
Interest was once discouraged within the Greene tribe. Its individuals lived out their lives in cramped Quarters, hacking away on the encroaching ponics. As to the place they have been - that was once forgotten. Roy bitch comes to a decision to determine. With the renegade priest Marapper, he strikes into unmapped territory, the place they make a chain of discoveries which flip their universe upside-down...Non-Stop is the vintage SF novel of discovery and exploration; a super evocation of a well-recognized environment noticeable during the eyes of a primitive.
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Only if I stay alive can I find the something missed, the big something. Something I promised myself as a kid. Perhaps now I’ll never find it, or Gwenny could have found it for me – no she couldn’t: she was a substitute for it, admit it. Perhaps it does not exist. But when something so big has non-existence, that in itself is existence. A hole. A wall. As the priest says, there’s been a calamity. I can almost imagine something. It’s big. Big as . . you couldn’t have anything bigger than the world or it would be the world.
I dyed everything. I dyed this smock I’ve got on now; do you like it? ’ ‘Of course it hurts, Roy; you mustn’t expect it not to. What it’ll be like when you’ve finished your punishment, I shudder to think. I’ve got some fat I’ll rub on it for you, and that’ll ease the pores. Doctor Lindsey ought to look at it later, if you’ve got a spare bit of game to exchange for his advice – and you ought to have now, with Gwenny gone. Never did really like her –’ ‘Look, Mother –’ ‘Oh, I’ll come with you if you’re going to Mess.
There is no other available woman for you at present. ’ ‘He must be punished or it may be thought you are losing your grip,’ Patcht suggested craftily. ‘Oh, quite, quite; I was going to punish him. Your suggestion was unnecessary, Patcht. Hunter – er, huh, Complain, for the next six sleep-wakes you will suffer six strokes, to be administered by the Guard captain before each sleep, starting now. Good. You can go. ’ So Complain found himself outside again. A wall of noise and colour met him. Everyone seemed to be here, dancing senselessly in an orgy of enjoyment.