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“A fruitlessly worrying male is a nuisance. The best thing he can do is to disguise his worry, and stand staunchly by, impersonating a pillar of strength while performing certain practical and organizational services. I offer you the fruit of somewhat intensive experience.”

Quote by John Wyndham

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The Midwich cuckoos

The Midwich Cuckoos is a suspenseful and thought-provoking novel that delves into the enigmatic occurrence of a group of children being born to women who have not been pregnant. Set in the 1950s, the story unfolds in the English village of Midwich, where the sudden appearance of these children leads to a series of investigations and moral dilemmas. The novel examines the psychological effects on the community, the scientific explanations proposed, and the broader implications of the phenomenon. more

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John Wyndham
John Wyndham

John Wyndham was an English science fiction writer known for his novels that often explore social and environmental issues. His works are renowned for their unique imagination and profound insights. more

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