I 1982 fekk Carolyn Janice Cherry, betre kjent som C.J. Cherryh, Hugoprisen for beste roman med Downbelow Station. Det har altså tatt nesten 30 år, men no er eg også i gang med denne science fiction space opera klassikaren.
“They could not afford debate, could not raise deadly issues in a privacy they probably did not have. Sign it and carry it home. What he had in his head was the important matter. They had learned the Beyond; it was about them in the person of soldiers with a single face and virtually a single mind; in the defiance of Norway’s captain, the arrogance of the Konstantins, the merchanters who ignored a war that had been going on all about them for generations . . . attitudes Earth had never understood, that different powers rule out here, different logic.
Generations which had shaken the dust of Earth from off their feet.” (s.163)
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