There has to be an end somewhere, he thought. Each thing has to end, or there will never be any room for beginnings.


The End of Summer, p. 32 - The Unexpected Dimension (1960)


There has to be an end somewhere, he thought. Each thing has to end, or there will never be any room for beginnings.

There has to be an end somewhere, he thought. Each thing has to end, or there will never be any room for beginnings.

There has to be an end somewhere, he thought. Each thing has to end, or there will never be any room for beginnings.

There has to be an end somewhere, he thought. Each thing has to end, or there will never be any room for beginnings.