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“In my father's day a night operator, whose name he'd have known, could have told him who'd called. It would probably have been the only light on her board at that time of night, and she'd have remembered which one it was, because they were calling the doctor. But now we have dial phones, marvelously efficient, saving you a full second or more every time you call, inhumanly perfect, and utterly brainless; and none of them will ever remember where the doctor is at night, when a child is sick and needs him. Sometimes I think we're refining all humanity out of our lives.”

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Invasion of the Body Snatchers

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Jack Finney
Jack Finney

Jack Finney was an American author known for his science fiction and horror novels. His works often blended elements of reality with the supernatural, making them popular among readers. more

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