This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.
—Pearl S.
There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what?
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