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“Rockets now evoke a slightly old-fashioned kind of wonder, because they stand for an obsolete version of technological prowess. In the scheme of history which has become the most popular version of the recent past, the Space Age counts as the final phase of the Age of Industry – its culmination, just before the paradigm changed and the Age of Information replaced steel with digits.”

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Book:Backroom Boys: The Secret Return of the British Boffin
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Backroom Boys: The Secret Return of the British Boffin

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Francis Spufford
Francis Spufford

Francis Spufford is a British author born in 1964. His works span various literary genres, including novels, non-fiction, and history. Spufford is known for his unique narrative style and in-depth exploration of complex themes. more

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