（外文电子版资料）Kim Stanley Robinson - A History Of The Twentieth Century.pdf

Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html A History of the Twentieth Century, with Illustrations a novelette by Kim Stanley Robinson If truth is not to be found on the shelves of the British Museum, where, I asked myself, picking up a notebook and a pencil, is truth? - VIRGINIA WOOLF Daily doses of bright light markedly improve the mood of people suffering from depression, so every day at eight in the evening Frank Churchill went to the clinic on Park Avenue, and sat for three hours in a room illuminated with sixteen hundred watts of white light. This was not exactly like having the sun in the room, but it was bright, about the same as if sixteen bare lightbulbs hung from the ceiling. In this case the bulbs were probably long tubes, and they were hidden behind a sheet of white plastic, so it was the whole ceiling that glowed. He sat at a table and doodled with a purple pen on a pad of pink paper. And then it was eleven and he was out on the windy streets, blinking as traffic lights swam in the gloom. He walked home to a hotel room in the west Eighties. He would return to the clinic at five the next morning for a predawn treatment, but now it was time to sleep. He looked forward to that. Hed been on the treatment for three weeks, and he was tired. Though the treatment did seem to be working - as far as he could tell; improvement was supposed to average twenty percent a week, and he wasnt sure what that would feel like. In his room the answering machine was blinking. There was a message from his agent, asking him to call immediately. It was now nearly midnight, but he pushbuttoned the number and his agent answered on the first ring. You have DSPS, Frank said to him. What? What? Delayed sleep phase syndrome. I know how to get rid of it. Frank! Look, Frank, Ive got a good offer for you. Do you have a lot of lights on? What? Oh, yeah, say, hows that going? Im probably sixty percent better. Good, good. Keep at it. Listen, Ive got somethin