“You think I’m insane?” said Finnerty. Apparently he wanted more of a reaction than Paul had given him.



“You’re still in touch. I guess that’s the test.”



“Barely — barely.”



“A psychiatrist could help. There’s a good man in Albany.”



Finnerty shook his head. “He’d pull me back into the center, and I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.” He nodded, “Big, undreamed-of things — the people on the edge see them first.”



– Text extracted from ‘Player Piano’, 1952, by Kurt Vonnegut.

 

 

 

 

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