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A fierce whisper of hot sand through empty sieve.
“I don’t know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I’d burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help.”
Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.” “There has to be someone ready when it blows up.”
All isn’t well with the world.”
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.
