In 1989, while sitting in a laundromat, I found discarded on a chair the novel The Tomorrow File.

I read the first third, while my laundry spun. What I read still disturbs me, 31 years later, far more than Orwell or Huxley or Zamyatin.

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Should I find a copy, and finish reading it?

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