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 Philip Jose Farmer
by
 A WORLD GONE BERSERK
Every seven years, the placid planet of DanteтАЩs Joy becomes a waking nightmare of
death, deformity, and madness. To escape, the populace has the choice of SleepingтАФlying
drugged in their tomblike housesтАФor taking the ChanceтАФstaying awake and going
abroad while their world goes berserk. They become what their innermost longings
dictate, whether it be a beast locked in the vilest bowels of depravity, or a supreme being
raised to the flowering serenity of truth and tight. Thousands are mutilated, killed,
transformed into monstrous things. John Carmody, a conscienceless exile from Earth,
arrogantly chooses to take the Chance Reeling, shrieking his fear and despair,
Carmody confronts the Night of Light, the unknown and unknowable. . .
A shorter version of this novel appeared in the magazine Fantasy
and Science Fiction, June, 1957. Copyright ┬й 1957, by
The Mercury Press, Inc.
Copyright ┬й 1966, by Philip Jose Farmer
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 Contents
PART ONE
PART TWO
 PART ONE
On earth it would be a fearful thing to see a man chasing down the street after the skin
from a human face, a thin layer of tissue blown about like a piece of paper by the wind.
On the planet of DanteтАЩs Joy the sight aroused only a mild wonder in the few
passersby. And they were interested because the chaser was an Earthman and, therefore, a
curiosity in himself.
John Carmody ran down the long straight street, past the clifflike fronts of towers built
of huge blocks of quartz-shot granite, with gargoyles and nightmare shapes grinning from
the darkened interiors of many niches and with benedictions of god and goddess leaning
from the many balconies.
A little man, dwarfed even more by the soaring walls and flying buttresses, he ran