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Ray Bradbury

The Illustrated Man

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    Roberto Garzahar citeretsidste år
    there anything I can do now to make up for a terrible and empty life
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    The quality of death, like that of life, must be of an infinite variety, and if one has already died once, then what was there to look for in dying for good and all, as he was now
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    He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision.
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    the senseless meanness of dying
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    Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?
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    Nothing surprised him any more
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    however, the room has become a channel toward – destructive thoughts, instead of a release away from them.’
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    This is very bad. My advice to you is to have the whole damn room torn down and your children brought to me every day during the next year for treatment.’
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    the usual violences, a tendency toward a slight paranoia here or there, usual in children because they feel persecuted by parents constantly, but, oh, really nothing.’
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    That sounds dreadful! Would I have to tie my own shoes instead of letting the shoe tier do it? And brush my own teeth and comb my hair and give myself a bath?’
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    We’ve given the children everything they ever wanted. Is this our reward – secrecy, disobedience?’
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    I don’t know anything,’ he said, ‘except that I’m beginning to be sorry we bought that room for the children. If children are neurotic at all, a room like that –’

    ‘It’s supposed to help them work off their neuroses in a healthful way.’
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    Perhaps they needed a little vacation from the fantasy which was growing a bit too real for ten-year-old children. It
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    Remarkable how the nursery caught the telepathic emanations of the children’s minds and created life to fill their every desire. The children thought lions, and there were lions. The children thought zebras, and there were zebras. Sun – sun. Giraffes – giraffes. Death and death.

    That last. He chewed tastelessly on the meat that the table had cut for him. Death thoughts. They were awfully young, Wendy and Peter, for death thoughts. Or, no, you were never too young really. Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else. When you were two years old you were shooting people with cap pistols
    Roberto Garzahar citeretsidste år
    I suppose I have been smoking too much.’

    ‘You look as if you didn’t know what to do with yourself in this house, either. You smoke a little more every morning and drink a little more every afternoon and need a little more sedative every night.
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    But I thought that’s why we bought this house, so we wouldn’t have to do anything?’

    ‘That’s just it. I feel I don’t belong here. The house is wife and mother now and nursemaid. Can I compete with an African veld? Can
    MMhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    can’t entertain a baby with rattles and sirens all night every night for the next thirty years.
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    We’re all fools,” said Clemens, “all the time. It’s just we’re a different kind each day. We think, I’m not a fool today. I’ve learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.”
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    For what are we but books, and when those are gone, nothing’s to be seen.”
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    “What must it be on Earth?” wondered Poe. “Without Christmas? No hot chestnuts, no tree, no ornaments or drums or candles—nothing; nothing but the snow and wind and the lonely, factual people....”
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