One lived or gave life. It was that horrible. And that simple. Through an astounding breakthrough in biological science, the State had found the means to conquer death by disease. It bestowed that favor, freely, on citizens who chose to limit the number of their offspring. As a young woman, Eve Harmon had chosen to bear both a son and a daughter. But now, so many years later -her daughter dead, her son a stranger to her - it seemed unfair that the only choice left to her was how she would die. Poet, wife, and lately, mistress, she drew strength from the time she spent in thought - reliving her past from her blue chair. There she found, with poignant insight, a power over death that the State with all its scientists had never imagined.
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