Roshanarose, how lovely that you heard from Gruber. I have a bunch of his books, and am about to embark on Tropic of Night, just as soon as I finish reading the last 2 issues of THE NATION. Unless some other published material gets in the queue.
I, too, am tickled at the thought of Judy and Pedlin.
The beautiful Eloise. Was musing last night as to what It is all about. We get ever wiser as we age. Life is a Learning Process. Why then did one of my babes die before even being born? Cord around the neck; has happened hundreds of thousands, if not millions of times. No special finger pointed at me, albeit the pain tears my gut 62 years later! What are we all about? Perhaps it is not about the individual at all, but about the Species? Perhaps it is not about the species at all, but about the Ecology? The Environment? The whole envelope containing this planet and its atmosphere and its moon? Perhaps it is each sun/star with its rotating planets, if any, that is a lab experiment or a work of art in the home of some god or goddess or clutch of gods? A work of art to be paused in front of while contemplating that the blue marble rotating around this rather middling star/sun carries a life form that is destroying its own habitat?
I do remember Eloise. Beautiful of face, body and spirit. She was lively and fun. Her light is expiring. God Speed, Lovely Lady. You are cradled in Love.