Given two years to live, perhaps three at most, he felt robbed of «the background music» he had always taken for granted: «the music of
infinite time and possibilities... now suddenly... gone,
replaced by nothing, just silence.»
My hope is that the mythical deities of professional publishing will identify for it
infinite opportunities for both rational and irrational disposals, acquisitions and mergers, adding to it the steady flow of occasionally sociopathic senior managers and directors to impose upon it their mark, each after a short
time to be removed and
replaced by the next, of equally dubious character and effectiveness.