W.D.Clinger
Philosopher
I'm reading The Lathe of Heaven, by Ursula K Le Guin, written in 1971.
Here's a sample, from Chapter 2, that shouldn't spoil anything:
Here's a sample, from Chapter 2, that shouldn't spoil anything:
Dr Haber gazed again at the mural and wondered when such a photograph had been taken. Blue sky, snow from foothills to peak. Years ago, in the sixties or seventies, no doubt. The Greenhouse Effect had been quite gradual, and Haber, born in 1962, could clearly remember the blue skies of his childhood. Nowadays the eternal snows were gone from all the world's mountains, even Everest, even Erebus, fiery-throated on the waste Antarctic shore. But of course they might have colored a modern photograph, faked the blue sky and white peak; no telling.