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“Las calaveras y los huesos no me impresionan —dijo Marie—. No tienen nada de humano. No me asustan. Son como cosas de insectos. Si un niño creciera sin saber que tiene un esqueleto, los huesos no significarían nada para él, ¿no es así? A mí me pasa lo mismo. Esto ha perdido todo lo humano. No se los reconoce y por eso mismo no son horribles. Para que algo sea horrible tiene que haber sufrido un cambio que uno pueda reconocer. No hay cambios aquí. Son todavía esqueletos, lo que fueron siempre. La parte que cambió ha desaparecido y no queda ninguna señal. ¿No es interesante?”

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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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