Vorpis. A world has so much in it, on it— "Welcome, travelers ..." — while a moon, Katin thought as they left the spacefield by dawn-blazed gates, a moon holds its gray glories miniatured in rock and dust. " ... Vorpis has a day of thirty-three...
But first I have to tell you some about me. When I was eleven, I used to suck off a kid named Pedro behind the bottom landing of the stairs that went to the basement. He was a sad-looking, thirteen-year-old spic who wore baggy pants I don't think he ever changed, and a white, short-sleeved shirt ...
