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The Golden Apples of the Sun
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SOLVED: Adult Fiction > SOLVED. in the future everywhere you go there is music playing. There are speakers set up everywhere and you can't get away from it. Man rebels. Spooning chocolate ice-cream [s]

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Mike (mikesgoodreads) Hi, just found this site and forum recently And am enjoying it.

The book I read a long time and can't remember the title to is set in the future. The plot is that in that future everywhere you go there is music playing. There are speakers set up everywhere and you can't get away from it. One man gets fed up and rebels against it. They lock him up in a mental health hospital. I remember the doctor asking him what the significance of him using chocolate ice-cream to foul a speaker. I remember it was stated like "why did you choose chocolate ice-cream to spoon into the speaker?". I keep thinking Ray Bradbury authored it but I've searched and searched and can't find it.

Thanks and good reading to everyone
mike


Mike (mikesgoodreads) That's it! Thanks so much Joann.


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Lisa Vegan (lisavegan) | 1396 comments "The Murderer" story is in the book The Golden Apples of the Sun.


Mike (mikesgoodreads) Lisa wrote: ""The Murderer" story is in the book The Golden Apples of the Sun."

Yep, and I even have an old paperback of that! If it was a snake!

Bit of trivia, Bradbury got the title for that from the following poem by W.B. Yeats...

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hand

And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.


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