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“Besmrtnost je samo pojam. Ako uzmemo da "smrtnost" nije sama smrt, nego svijest o smrti i strah od smrti, onda je "besmrtnost" stanje bez tog straha.”

Quote by Margaret Atwood

Book:Oryx And Crake
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Oryx And Crake

The story follows the lives of Crash and his wife, Snow, as they navigate a world transformed by the actions of their childhood friend, Jimmy. The narrative intertwines with the story of Oryx and Crake, who have created a new, idealized society. The novel delves into complex questions about the nature of humanity, the role of science, and the potential consequences of our actions. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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“S tím mrtvým klukem jsem se kamarádil tak napůl, moc jsme se nevídali, protože byl starší a nechodil do mý školy. Dokázal jezdit na kole bez držení tak, že mu člověk ani nepřál, aby si natlouk. V duchu jsem se za něj pomodlil. Jen prostě, že mi je to líto. To je všechno, co si pamatuju. Upřeně jsem se na tu krev díval a sám sobě namlouval, že když se na to budu dívat dostatečně upřeně, dosáhnu toho, že se krev vrátí zpátky do toho kluka a že ho tak vlastně oživím. Něco podobnýho se už stalo. Tam, kde jsem bydlel předtím, než jsem se narodil. Česný, že to byl zázrak. Jenže tentokrát to nezabralo.”

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