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“And now that I think back, I realize the real gap between us lay in the fact that I, who was so proud of coming from the swift-winged world of science, was laughing at an old world where it was possible seriously to believe that men die young of the bad habit of failing to go out on a dangerous river to gaze at the earth when it turns overnight into silver.”

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Book:A Single Pebble
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A Single Pebble

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John Hersey
John Hersey

John Hersey was an American writer born on June 17, 1914, and died on March 24, 1993. Known for his profound insight into human nature and his deep reflections on war and peace. more

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