Explore "The Celestial Blueprint" by Philip José Farmer on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The great Vincelleo liked being an / artist. It gave him an excuse to / turn the universe topsy turvy. / _Apocalyptical flights of fancy are not unusual in science fiction. / But when a writer with Philip José Farmer's gift of laughter / embarks on one the outcome may be impossible to predict. He may / turn your comfortable world of breakfast, lunch and dinner into / some incredible rabbit warren in space, where you'll be served / vitamin pills by March hares which would have made Alice blush. Or / you may simply meet the great Vincelleo himself._
The arrogance with which B. T. Revanche strode through the outer office of Bioid Electronic was enough to convince anyone that he was a V. V. I. P. His weasel eyes straying neither to left nor right, long fat cigar stabbed straight ahead, quill-like hair bristling in all directions, he was a stout little porcupine of a man. And like that spear-backed creature, he knew that no one would stop him. If they did, they'd regret it -- so help them!