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One night when I had tasted bitterness I went out on to the hill. Dark heather checked my feet. Below marched the suburban lamps.

Windows, their curtains drawn, were shut eyes, inwardly watching the lives of dreams. Beyond the sea’s level darkness a lighthouse pulsed. Overhead, obscurity. I distinguished our own house, our islet in the tumultuous and bitter currents of the world. There, for a decade and a half, we two, so different in quality, had grown in and in to one another, for mutual support and nourishment, in intricate symbiosis. There daily we planned our several undertakings, and recounted the day’s oddities and vexations. There letters piled up to be answered, socks to be darned. There the children were born, those sudden new lives. There, under that roof, our own two lives, recalcitrant sometimes to one another, were all the while thankfully one, one larger, more conscious life than either alone.

All This, Surely, Was Good

Balah Blah

We were after all insignificant, perhaps ridiculous. We were such a commonplace occurrence, so trite, so respectable. We were just a married couple, making shift to live together without undue strain. Marriage in our time was suspect. And ours, with its trivial romantic origin, was doubly suspect.

Yes! How predestinate had seemed our union! Yet now, in retrospect, how accidental. True, of course, that as a long-married couple we fitted rather neatly, like two close trees whose trunks have grown upwards together as a single shaft, mutually distorting, but mutually supporting. ABC

  1. The Diversity of Worlds
  2. Strange Mankinds
  3. Nautiloids
  4. The Earth
  5. More Worlds

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I now assessed her as merely a useful, but often infuriating adjunct to my personal life.
Were on the whole sensible companions.
We left one another a certain freedom, and so we were able to endure our proximity.
Was our relationship.

Text excerpt from Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon