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Quietly, somberly describing a smart house after a nuclear holocaust, Bradbury uses this Cold State of war theme as a vehicle to explore our technological advances and how those same advances can lead to dehumanizing results.
The title comes from Sara Teasdale's 1920 poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" and Bradbury quotes the text and uses the lyric quality of the work to emphasize his own message:
"There will com
Ane of Ray Bradbury'south nigh poignant short stories, this likewise has one his near recognized scenes.Quietly, somberly describing a smart house after a nuclear holocaust, Bradbury uses this Cold War theme as a vehicle to explore our technological advances and how those same advances tin atomic number 82 to dehumanizing results.
The title comes from Sara Teasdale's 1920 poem "At that place Will Come up Soft Rains" and Bradbury quotes the text and uses the lyric quality of the piece of work to emphasize his own bulletin:
"There volition come up soft rains and the odour of the basis,
And swallows circumvoluted with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins volition clothing their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a depression debate-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not 1
Will intendance at last when information technology is done.
Not 1 would listen, neither bird nor tree
If flesh perished utterly;
And Jump herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone."
Starting time published in 1950 in Collier's Magazine, Bradbury shared with many of this era an anxiety about nuclear war. The memory of the U.s.a.' bombing of Japan and the escalating weapons race with the Soviet Spousal relationship provide a stark backdrop for the gentle, cautionary tale.
One of his best brusque works.
—Kuno, to his female parent in The Car Stops.
This very short story was written in 1950, when the U.s. and the USSR were hell-aptitude on posturing and flexing some nuclear musculus. It's set in the far-distant future of 2026 and Ray Bradbury brings to the tabular array a similar level of clairvoyance that E.M. Forster displayed in The Machine Stops, way back in 1909.
In his have on the 'machine ta
"Cannot you see that it is we that are dying, and that downward here the only thing that really lives is the Machine?"—Kuno, to his mother in The Machine Stops.
This very curt story was written in 1950, when the USA and the USSR were hell-aptitude on posturing and flexing some nuclear muscle. Information technology'due south set in the far-distant future of 2026 and Ray Bradbury brings to the tabular array a similar level of clairvoyance that E.M. Forster displayed in The Automobile Stops, way back in 1909.
In his have on the 'automobile taking over humanity' trope, Bradbury ingeniously imagines an Amazon Alexa-style electronic banana whose daily purpose is to wake people upwards and orate diary events, chiming merrily abroad similar Jiminy Cricket on crack cocaine.
In stark dissimilarity to the chirpy habitation direction arrangement, the mail service-apocalypse house in which information technology is installed stands alone in a killzone landscape of rubble and ashes. Outer walls are stencilled with the silhouettes of citizens incinerated past nuclear blasts.
Written in a corybantic style that suits the piece, Bradbury cleverly allows the story to unfold…
I shall say no more lest I spoil the outcome.
This is a thought-provoking story that stayed with me long later on I'd finished reading. Four stars, rather than five, because E.Grand. Forster, the all-seeing polymath, got there first iv decades earlier.
Big thanks to Adrian Glenister, whose intriguing review caused me to grab this without a moment'due south hesitation.
Adrian's review.
This fifteen-minute story is a
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Bradbury writes an initially comic (computerised Heath Robinson) and very cinematographic scene that felt disorientingly dissimilar from the preceding Martian Chronicles, but works well every bit a standalone. But it arises from the horrific cinders of a nuclear explosion. An automated firm continues its programmed routines of preparing meals, cleaning, watering the backyard, playing films, running baths, reading favourite poems
The title is from an anti-war poem by Sara Teasdale, here, written during WW1.Bradbury writes an initially comic (computerised Heath Robinson) and very cinematographic scene that felt disorientingly unlike from the preceding Martian Chronicles, but works well equally a standalone. Only it arises from the horrific cinders of a nuclear explosion. An automated house continues its programmed routines of preparing meals, cleaning, watering the lawn, playing films, running baths, reading favourite poems - all for people who aren't in that location. People whose shadows were captured on a wall, in a moment: mowing the lawn, picking flowers, tossing a ball.
Image: Shadows on the wall (Source)
It'due south worth browsing YouTube for the many short amateur animations this has inspired. Given that Bradbury wrote the story, afraid of nuclear war with the USSR, a Russian i was notable, and also for its imagery that might daze some Christians. Many of the others were besides cutesy, and without plenty humour or horror, imo. Oddly, only 1 of the half-dozen I watched included the virtually memorable image of all, but I didn't like its hybrid visuals: photos with cartoonish animation superimposed, intercut with real world video. That one is here.
This story is too published as one of The Martian Chronicles, which I've reviewed in detail Hither.
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The title of this curt story, comes from the poem of the same name past Sara Teasdale written in the 1920s and like the poem looks at a post apocalyptic world where an automated firm of the future (2026) miraculously spared during a nuclear holocaust is still trying to look later its long expressionless inhabitants; making breakfast, tidying the house, running baths This short story is part of Bradbury's marvellous volume " The Martian Chronicles", that I last read over three years ago now, gosh how fourth dimension flys.
The title of this short story, comes from the poem of the same proper name by Sara Teasdale written in the 1920s and like the poem looks at a post apocalyptic world where an automatic house of the futurity (2026) miraculously spared during a nuclear holocaust is all the same trying to await afterward its long dead inhabitants; making breakfast, tidying the house, running baths and reading poetry (cue Sara Teasdale poem).
Information technology may simply exist 10 pages long but it is as ever wonderfully written and very poignant.
As I said in my review of the whole volume I actually must read more than of his works every bit I always enjoy them.
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The garden sprinklers whirled upwardly in aureate founts, filling the soft morning air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running downward the charred west side where theA archetype SF brusque story by Ray Bradbury, nigh an intelligent house carrying on in the aftermath of a nuclear disaster. Bradbury creates a melancholy world with many small details, as the house takes care of breakfast and informs the absent-minded owners of things that need to be done. And then this sobering paragraph:
The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft forenoon air with scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred westward side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The unabridged west face of the house was black, save for 5 places. Here the silhouette in pigment of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photo, a woman aptitude to pick flowers. All the same further over, their images burned on wood in one titantic instant, a modest boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of thrown ball, and reverse him a girl, paw raised to grab a brawl which never came downwards. The five spots of paint- the man, the woman, the children, the ball - remained. The residual was a thin charcoaled layer. The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light.This 1950 story is inspired by Cold State of war fears in the years after World War II and the nuclear bombings in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, just, with the concerns about global warming and other forms of terror today, it hasn't lost its relevance. Interestingly, Bradbury originally set up this story in the year 1985, simply later editions inverse it to 2026.
The title of this story comes from an bodily 1920 verse form by Sara Teasdale, read aloud by the business firm to the absent mother of the dwelling house. Information technology's a downer for humankind but hopeful for nature's resilience, although I'one thousand not sure I run across whatever of the poem's hopeful attribute reflected in the rest of the story.
A copy of this story can be read online here.
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From the opening paragraphs set in a warm and comforting kitchen, through the stupor of the shadows on the walls, to the sorry catastrophe, this story is stunning.
Thank you lot Patty for the link which I will echo here. Information technology is very well worth reading!
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From the opening paragraphs set in a warm and comforting kitchen, through the shock of the shadows on the walls, to the sad catastrophe, this story is stunning.
Cheers Patty for the link which I will repeat here. Information technology is very well worth reading!
https://world wide web.btboces.org/Downloads/7_T...
"In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, viii eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, 2 coffees, and 2 cool spectacles of milk."
YES! The firm sounds great. Everything about it is merely what y'all'd accept hoped for in 2026, when this takes place.
Don't read the Goodreads blurb, read the very curt story instead. It was written in 1950 by Ray Bradbury, so yous know it's a practiced one. It's but a few page
five★"In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior viii pieces of perfectly browned toast, 8 eggs sunny side upwards, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and 2 cool glasses of milk."
Yes! The house sounds corking. Everything well-nigh it is just what you lot'd have hoped for in 2026, when this takes place.
Don't read the Goodreads blurb, read the very brusque story instead. It was written in 1950 by Ray Bradbury, and then you know information technology'due south a proficient ane. Information technology'south only a few pages and a tiny PDF file.
https://www.btboces.org/Downloads/7_T...
Cheers to the Catching Up on Classics group for including this one in their short story pick.
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Sara Teasdale's beautiful 1918 poem (see beneath), "There Will Come Soft Rains," is woven into Bradbury's story with the
Ray Bradbury wrote about a futurity post-apocalyptic time afterward a nuclear event destroyed humanity. A smart house is standing with its technology intact, and automated robots still perform their programmed tasks. But fire, a force of nature, attacks the house and destroys it. This is an interesting short story where natural forces will eventually outlast humans and their creations.Sara Teasdale's cute 1918 poem (come across below), "In that location Will Come Soft Rains," is woven into Bradbury's story with the same championship. Although it has a timeless quality, Teasdale wrote about humans destroying each other past warfare in World War I. Bradbury wrote his curt story in 1950 after the diminutive bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945. Both literary works show humans destroying each other through war and other ways. We are being warned that nature will continue long afterward humanity is gone.
There will come soft rains and the odour of the footing,
And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will article of clothing their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low debate-wire
And not ane will know of the war, non one
Will care at terminal when it is done.
Not i would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
---by Sara Teasdale
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The memory of this hit me similar the proverbial brick. I read it when I was And so Young. So young, at my older brother'due south urging. I didn't really understand, all the same the lines have e'er haunted me: tick tock, fourth dimension to get up …
I think The Martian Chronicles was maybe one of my first Bradbury books, simply I was quite young--under ten, and I don't retrieve for sure. Just this story--I was at an age where my house was my whole world, and I take never forgo
"Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace."The memory of this hit me similar the proverbial brick. I read it when I was SO YOUNG. So young, at my older blood brother's urging. I didn't really empathise, yet the lines have always haunted me: tick tock, fourth dimension to get up …
I think The Martian Chronicles was maybe one of my kickoff Bradbury books, but I was quite young--nether ten, and I don't remember for sure. Just this story--I was at an age where my business firm was my whole globe, and I have never forgotten how it haunted me.
Reading information technology these many, many years later, I admire the writing of form (the mix of funny and gut-wrenching details), and its prescience. Memories of this story might be the reason why I steer clear of "smart" technology.
But reading information technology at present, after what we have been through with the pandemic, is especially powerful. Oasis't we but experienced this, from the lines of the included Teasdale poem:
Robins volition article of clothing their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low argue-wire
And not one volition know of the state of war, not 1
Volition care at last when it is washed.
There Will Come Soft Rains is a brusk story kickoff released as a stand-lonely in 1950 and afterward included in the book The Martian Chronicles. It'due south centred around a highly advanced
"Until this solar day, how well the house had kept its peace. How advisedly it had inquired, 'Who goes there? What'southward the password?' and, getting no respond from lonely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and fatigued shades in an old-maidenly preoccupation with cocky-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia."In that location Will Come Soft Rains is a curt story first released as a stand up-alone in 1950 and later included in the book The Martian Chronicles. It'due south centred effectually a highly avant-garde technological house, which performs various autonomous tasks throughout the solar day, according to an orderly list of daily duties. The house is the protagonist, which might audio weird, and there are no homo characters in the story.
There Will Come Soft Rains deals with a theme which was usually addressed by American science fiction writers in the 1950s and 1960s. Nuclear war was an ever present threat during the Cold War and this story explores its aftermath, simply what makes this story superb is Bradbury's writing, with his descriptions being entirely compelling and transmitting a nostalgic sadness.
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I'm not peachy on science fiction or dystopian, but this succinct five-page story, packs a punch. You lot can find it here.
An interesting story written in 1950 past Bradbury depicting a post-apocalyptic August 4, 2026, where only machines survive a nuclear devastation...the machines keep whirring, speaking, cooking, cleaning, reminding, and serving an extinct humanity...if it wasn't so chilling it would be funny to spotter all that animated activity standing aimlessly advertising nauseum...I'm not keen on science fiction or dystopian, simply this succinct five-folio story, packs a punch. Y'all tin can find it here.
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A beautiful and haunting short story. Information technology retells Sara Teasdale's verse form but in the context of an apocalyptic world. Bradbury'south repetition creates an interesting flow for the reader to follow as the narrative becomes darker and darker. Personally, I found this engaging to read and haunting to call back about.
There was one description especially that gave me the creeps: the one about the family burned onto the side of the wall.
There Volition Come up Soft Rains is curt but impactful. A must read.
iv starsA beautiful and haunting brusque story. Information technology retells Sara Teasdale's poem but in the context of an apocalyptic world. Bradbury's repetition creates an interesting catamenia for the reader to follow equally the narrative becomes darker and darker. Personally, I found this engaging to read and haunting to recollect about.
There was one clarification particularly that gave me the creeps: the ane about the family burned onto the side of the wall.
There Volition Come Soft Rains is short but impactful. A must read.
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For those of y'all that have played the video game Fallout iii, at that place is also an innuendo to this story in information technology. In fact, the developers created their ain spin on the famous Ray Bradbury "smart hou
Where this short story really soars is its setting; Bradbury creates a haunting, melancholy atmosphere subtly and without using any cheap tricks. The imagery of the house calmly and faithfully carrying out its daily duties while the world crumbles around it is one that will stay in your heed for a long fourth dimension.For those of you that have played the video game Fallout 3, there is besides an innuendo to this story in it. In fact, the developers created their own spin on the famous Ray Bradbury "smart house":
AND if you lot ask the resident robot to recite a poem, it will recite Sara Teasdale'southward "There Will Come Soft Rains", every bit in the story:
The story was get-go published in 1950 in COLLIER'South magazine. The title is based on a verse form by Sara Teasdale.
I read this five-page short story for the first fourth dimension concluding week. It is heartbreaking and infuriating. In the backwash of nuclear war, a robotic "smart house" carries on equally if zippo had happened. But it is to be the house's final solar day on world -- what will happen after that?The story was offset published in 1950 in COLLIER'South magazine. The title is based on a poem by Sara Teasdale.
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In that location's a nifty poem by Sara Teasdale called War Time that he incor
This brusk story is part of The Martian Chronicles. It feels all the more than prescient today with everything going on. Bradbury ready this in 2026 and while we're non in that location however, it barely feels similar scientific discipline fiction. In this apocalyptic tale, technology becomes so avant-garde that everyone had been moving through their day without having to think. With less thinking comes less empathy & humanity which fabricated the world ripe for destruction.There's a great verse form by Sara Teasdale chosen State of war Fourth dimension that he incorporates into the story:
In that location will come soft rains and the smell of the footing,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins volition wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a depression fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not 1
Will care at last when it is done.
Non 1 would heed, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."
It's a beautiful verse form and a chilling story.
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This is quite a distressing tale really. No affair how advanced our technologies become doesn't hateful nosotros're able
This is pretty cool, considering it was written in 1950. This is a story about an automated house doing all its programmed chores on a house not affected by the nuclear apocalypse that's left the unabridged world empty. With things like Amazon's Alexa and other AI things appearing on the market, you can imagine this is the way people volition live their lives in the future, with fully automated houses.This is quite a pitiful tale really. No affair how advanced our technologies become doesn't mean we're able to escape death and destruction.
I'1000 deplorable I'1000 bombarding you with short story reviews, I've merely really got into them these past couple of days and you can find and then many gratis online, via https://archive.org/ !!
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Bradbury crafts in this an eerie tale of death and destruction, of a world where the business firm lives, and goes nigh its daily activities even every bit its residents take perished in a disaster. I can tell you lot i matter, I do not want to be around when this actually happens.
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Recommended by Mia'due south lovely review.Bradbury crafts in this an eerie tale of death and destruction, of a world where the firm lives, and goes virtually its daily activities even as its residents have perished in a disaster. I can tell you one thing, I practise not want to be effectually when this actually happens.
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'Eight-one, tick-tock, 8-one o'clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining exterior. The weather condition box on the front end door sang quietly: "Rain, rain go away; umbrellas, raincoats for today…" And the pelting tapped on the empty house, echoing.'
For much of my pre-loftier-school years, my grandad was probably the biggest infl
'Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric optics.''Eight-ane, tick-tock, eight-ane o'clock, off to schoolhouse, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining exterior. The weather box on the front door sang quietly: "Rain, rain get abroad; umbrellas, raincoats for today…" And the rain tapped on the empty business firm, echoing.'
For much of my pre-high-school years, my grandad was probably the biggest influence on the books I read, simply earlier so, I was introduced to Ray Bradbury's books, around the fourth dimension I was in 4th-5th course, effectually the time when I was introduced to Twilight Zone and Rod Serling and his brother Robert, who was also an writer, and a friend of my father. I can't say that Sci-Fi is my favourite genre, only I have actually loved or enjoyed everything I've read by both Serling and Bradbury. Reading this short story past Bradbury after finishing Migrations wasn't planned, but I think I enjoyed it all the more for that. I'd been completely absorbed in the world created by Charlotte McConaghy, our world equally we know it, along with nature quietly slipping away, and walked into this 1950's dystopian vision of a future that felt, feels all besides imminent.
Many thanks to my friend Kevin, whose review pointed the way to this brusk 15-minute story which tin can be read free online.
Kevin's review link: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
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Just in that location are the purple giraffes.
Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933
(War Fourth dimension)
At that place will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circumvoluted with their shimmering audio;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a depression fence-wire;
And not one volition know of the state of war, not one
Will care at concluding when information technology is washed.
Non one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If flesh perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke
At that place Will Come Soft RainsSara Teasdale - 1884-1933
(State of war Time)
There will come up soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering audio;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum copse in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one volition know of the war, not 1
Will care at final when it is washed.
Not one would heed, neither bird nor tree
If flesh perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
"There will come up soft rains and the smell of the ground
and swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night
and wild plum copse in tremulous white;
robins will wear their feathery fire,
whisling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not 1 will know of the war, not ane
will care at last when it is washed.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And spring herself, whe
The book is a practical book concerning the power of fire and science."There will come up soft rains and the smell of the ground
and swallows circumvoluted with their shimmering audio;
And frogs in the pools singing at night
and wild plum trees in tremulous white;
robins volition wear their feathery fire,
whisling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the state of war, not one
will intendance at final when it is done.
Not 1 would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And jump herself, when she woke at dawn
would scarcely know that we were gone."
This is an incredible text!
His reputation equally a writer of courage and vision was established with the publication of The Martian Chronicles in 1950, which describes the outset attempts of Earth people to conquer and colonize Mars, and the unintended consequences. Next came The Illustrated Homo and then, in 1953, Fahrenheit 451, which many consider to exist Bradbury's masterpiece, a scathing indictment of censorship gear up in a time to come world where the written word is forbidden. In an endeavor to salvage their history and culture, a group of rebels memorize entire works of literature and philosophy equally their books are burned by the totalitarian country. Other works include The Oct Land, Dandelion Vino, A Medicine for Melancholy, Something Wicked This Way Comes, I Sing the Body Electric!, Quicker Than the Eye, and Driving Blind. In all, Bradbury has published more than than thirty books, shut to 600 short stories, and numerous poems, essays, and plays. His short stories have appeared in more 1,000 school curriculum "recommended reading" anthologies.
Ray Bradbury's piece of work has been included in four Best American Short Story collections. He has been awarded the O. Henry Memorial Award, the Benjamin Franklin Award, the World Fantasy Award for Lifetime Achievement, the Grand Master Accolade from the Scientific discipline Fiction Writers of America, the PEN Center U.s.a. West Lifetime Achievement Award, among others. In November 2000, the National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters was conferred upon Mr. Bradbury at the 2000 National Book Awards Ceremony in New York City.
Ray Bradbury has never confined his vision to the purely literary. He has been nominated for an Academy Award (for his animated motion picture Icarus Montgolfier Wright), and has won an Emmy Award (for his teleplay of The Halloween Tree). He adapted sixty-five of his stories for television receiver'south Ray Bradbury Theater. He was the creative consultant on the U.s.a. Pavilion at the 1964 New York World's Fair. In 1982 he created the interior metaphors for the Spaceship Globe display at Epcot Center, Disney World, and subsequently contributed to the formulation of the Orbitron space ride at Euro-Disney, France.
Married since 1947, Mr. Bradbury and his married woman Maggie lived in Los Angeles with their numerous cats. Together, they raised four daughters and had eight grandchildren. Sadly, Maggie passed away in November of 2003.
On the occasion of his 80th birthday in August 2000, Bradbury said, "The peachy fun in my life has been getting up every morning and rushing to the typewriter considering some new idea has hit me. The feeling I have every day is very much the same as it was when I was twelve. In any event, hither I am, fourscore years old, feeling no different, full of a neat sense of joy, and glad for the long life that has been allowed me. I take good plans for the next ten or twenty years, and I promise you'll come along."
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