Everything the dead predicted has turned out completely different. Or a little bit different - which is to say, completely different.

He's no end of fun, for all you say. Poor little beggar. A human, if ever we saw one.

I believe in the refusal to take part. I believe in the ruined career. I believe in the wasted years of work. I believe in the secret taken to the grave.

He has only just learned to tell dreams from waking; only just realized that he is he; only just whittled with his hand ne fin a flint, a rocket ship; easily d…