I read two of his novels – Triffids and The Midwich Cuckoos – when I was a young boy, and I remember being deeply
impressed by both of them. If the town council had any sense of adventure they’d knock down the dreadful statue of King William III in the market square and erect a 4-metres tall alabaster-and-glass sculpture of a Triffid in its place. It could be made to glow a sinister lilac and lettuce colour at night.
extraterrestrial origins, 74, 145-148
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