I met my old lover
On the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Sometimes a book is just as you remember it, however many decades have passed. This one was. Its old style classic science fiction, approaching the world in all its complexity as essentially an intellectual puzzle that can be solved and ordered and made safe by a sufficient application of effort and intelligence. I am still capable of feeling a sort of wistful nostalgia for that world view, despite never having actually believed in it. It must have been lovely to live in that head space.