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“The scientific world of the time was in the midst of a terrible ferment, with discoveries and realizations coming at an unseemly rate. To many in the ranks of the conservative and the devout, the new theories of geology and biology were delivering a series of hammer blows to mankind's self-regard. Geologists in particular seemed to have gone berserk, to have thrown off all sense of proper obeisance to their Maker... Mankind, it seemed, was now suddenly rather – dare one say it? – insignificant. He may not have been, as he had eternally supposed, specially created.”

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Krakatoa: The Day the World Exploded: August 27, 1883

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Simon Winchester
Simon Winchester

Simon Winchester is a British author renowned for his in-depth explorations of exploration and natural history. His works often combine personal experience with extensive academic research, covering a wide range of fields including geography, geology, history, and anthropology. more

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