“What does it… feel like, to have lost an entire world?”
“Lonely,” Rat raised his many-ringed hand to rub at his neck under his broad jaw. “But the loneliness comes from the question.”
“The question, hey, Skoilla Rat?” JoBonnet, , beside her cushion, rested only a white damasked glove on the webbed and re-webbed cover rug. “Tell a visitor to these alien climes what you mean.”
“What is it like to lose a world?” is the first question everyone who meets me asks; so I am alone with my own feelings, sights, sounds, and experiences, which can only provide an answer to the question: What is it like to be presented with a new one?”
Ollivet’t retired to her onw cushion and sat, leaving Rat standing- like someone very used to standing though. “But I am curious, too.” “You…” Rat paused- “create me with your eyes.”
Samuel Delany, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand
In my humble opinion Joanna Russ is simply one of the most important writers who has written in the United States in the last fifty years.
Samuel R. Delany