Pattern Recognition

Some books are old friends. Opening them up is like sitting down to coffee with someone you know inside and out.

"Five hours’ New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in CamdenTown to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.

It is that flat and spectral non-hour, awash in limbic tides, brainstem stirring fitfully, flashing inappropriate reptilian demands for sex, food, sedation, all of the above, and none really an option now.”

- Pattern Recognition by William Gibson

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