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“If one would praise the Almighty, one must then revel in His works, and take them whole, adore their very grossness, savor the oozing quiddity of that slime of which He seems to be inordinately fond. Love is not nice. God's love assuredly is not; and human love, its copy, must not presume to be so.”

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Book:The Great Explosion
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The Great Explosion

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Eric Frank Russell
Eric Frank Russell

Eric Frank Russell was a British science fiction author born on January 6, 1905, and died on February 28, 1978. Known for his unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, his works have had a significant impact on the science fiction genre. more

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Book:Shards of a Broken Crown
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Book:Be My Wolff
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