"Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish and glee and throw them ...

You cynical shit," he told himself. Then he started to weep."Don't be so fucking sentimental," Crake used to tell him. But why not? Why shouldn't he be sentimental? It wasn't as if there was anyone around to question his
You cynical shit," he told himself. Then he started to weep."Don't be so fucking sentimental," Crake...
Show More