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“Sé que las nuevas generaciones, aquellas que heredarán el descalabro del presente, solo necesitan inspiración, algo en qué creer, algo que se parezca a lo que aspiran, a lo que el mundo real les exige en lugar de la fábula festiva de los héroes amistosos que de mutuo acuerdo fundaron, a la manera de los mundos de Leibniz, el mejor de los países posibles.”

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Book:Los desterrados
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