Chocky
I remember watching the TV series in 1984 when I was 7 years old and remember how scared and fascinated I was. The book is less scary than the TV series (take a look at the opening titles on YouTube!) and doesn’t contain quite as much drama but it is still an enjoyable read.
Babies, in a world that already has far too many, remain desirable.
Like all parents she is dichotomous, what she really wants is a child genius who is perfectly normal.
I have fallen into the bad habit of switching on the radio as a background to shaving – bad because untroubled shaving is itself a good background for thinking
Recently you have learnt to exploit the stored-up energy of your sun – for that is what all your fuels are – and you call that progress. It is not progress. Progress is an advance towards an objective. What is your objective? You do not know, and since you do not know, you might as well be going round in a circle – which, indeed, is just what you are doing, for you are squandering your sources of power. And they are your capital: when they are spent you will be back where you were before you found them. This is not progress, it is profligacy.
wow! That's a strong statement!
Wow. This is an incredible passage given that it was written in 1968. More relevant now than ever.