August 13, 2011
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The End of Eternity
Automatically Harlan’s long fingers caressed the volumes in his small bookshelf. He took one out and, unseeingly, opened it.
The print blurred. The fade colors of the illustrations were ugly, meaningless blotches.
“The End of Eternity” by Isaac Asimov, Chapter 7.
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Really really old friends here may remember the above lines, or not, as I have quoted them in this xanga quite some years ago. I myself have forgotten it for a long time, until today reading it again from the book I ‘imported’ from amazon.com. Although I bought the book for another reason, but the above lines, though fairly minor, have some very truthful touch on one.
