Nobody Said Anything

-ing GALAXY REVOLT continues, then off to Erns.

In this installment the prose is spare and laconic, with a pinch of illiteracy. Can we detect an early flavor of Cormac McCarthy?

The men said nothing.

They walked on.

They pursued westward.

They said nothing.

They walked on, to the short-range space-ships.

It was silent.

They walked on.


There's also a delicious flavor of Finnegans Wake: what in God's name is AIR-RIGHT PORTPACE?? Is it some sort of pun in Swahili and Old Norse that means an airport with an airtight whorling whore?

Yes. Yes, it is.

I walked on.

So the obvious question: where's my cover?? Still waiting...... for convient purposes.