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“Tal vez merezca la pena indicar que en la época en que Leavitt y Cannon estaban deduciendo las propiedades fundamentales del cosmos de tenues manchas de estrellas lejanas en placas fotográficas, el astrónomo de Harvard William H. Pickering, que podía mirar cuantas veces quisiera por un telescopio de primera, estaba elaborando su 《trascendental teoría 》, según la cual, las manchas oscuras de la Luna estaban causadas por enjambres de insectos en su migración estacional.”

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Book:A Really Short History of Nearly Everything
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Bill Bryson

Bill Bryson, born on December 8, 1951, is a British author known for his humorous and knowledgeable writing. His works span across various fields, including travel literature, natural history, and science popularization. more

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