"The new land is quite welcoming in its way. Everybody smiles encouragingly and there appears to be absolutely no racism. A generally egalitarian spirit prevails, and those who run the place have obviously got where they are on merit and hard work" (Chapter 1, p. 3).

"My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was seventy-nine. I am sixty-one. In whatever kind of a 'race' life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist" (Chapter I, p. 4).

"To exist, a cancer needs a living organism, but it cannot ever become a living organism. Its whole malice - there I go again - lies in the fact that the 'best' it can do is to die with its host" (Chapter II, p. 11).

"I sympathize afresh with the mighty Voltaire, who, when badgered on his deathbed and urged to renounce the devil, murmured that this...