"Imagine a paperweight world, immeasurably larger, large enough to have its own interior fixed sun, but a world still finite, whirling freely in space, populated by a full complement of creatures of all kinds. They would be literally inside outside. But they would not know it. Not at first. They would try desperately to find an answer to who they were, what was their universe, what was the purpose of their lives--much as people do on Earth. And when disaster struck--when the hand shook the snowball--they would try desperately hard to survive. And some would find the answer."
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To die is nothing ... But to find oneself in hell ...
A physical hell, very real, which obeys laws, although it is populated by demons.
Cull and Phyllis, who hate each other, are condemned to wander together in a universe without gravity, without high or low, where floats like debris, liquid spheres, statues, vestiges of a vanished or inverted order float like little worlds.
But who are these demons?
Who made this universe?
This is what Cull, the revolt, the indomitable, the skeptic, the realistic, the practical man, intends to discover in order to ask the gods accounts.
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"Imagine a paperweight world, immeasurably larger, large enough to have its own interior fixed sun, but a world still finite, whirling freely in space, populated by a full complement of creatures of all kinds. They would be literally inside outside. But they would not know it. Not at first. They would try desperately to find an answer to who they were, what was their universe, what was the purpose of their lives--much as people do on Earth. And when disaster struck--when the hand shook the snowball--they would try desperately hard to survive. And some would find the answer."
**
To die is nothing ... But to find oneself in hell ...
A physical hell, very real, which obeys laws, although it is populated by demons.
Cull and Phyllis, who hate each other, are condemned to wander together in a universe without gravity, without high or low, where floats like debris, liquid spheres, statues, vestiges of a vanished or inverted order float like little worlds.
But who are these demons?
Who made this universe?
This is what Cull, the revolt, the indomitable, the skeptic, the realistic, the practical man, intends to discover in order to ask the gods accounts.
If there are gods ...
Here is the strangest novel by Philip José Farmer, which announces both the cycle of the Creators of the universe and that of the River of Eternity (published in the same collection), a masterpiece flamboyant, baroque, unclassifiable , unforgettable.