"I AM FINISHING an enjoyable meal with my wife Simone and a tableful of good companions in a snug lodge we have built in a remote and primitive part of the world. No one has lived in such a place before. In a corner of our bright, pentagonal salon there is a large electronic console that looks like a spaceship control center. Four rooms radiate from ours in a design suggesting the name of our lodge-Starfish House: One arm contains the kitchen and laboratory, from which the chef is passing us fruit, cheese, and coffee. I light one of my reeking Tuscan cigars and look out the windows at a black, virgin wilderness where moving phantasms barely suggest themselves, and where lights that are not lights gleam."
4 months ago
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