“What’s happening, Mr. Moundshroud? Where are we?” Moundshroud struck a flinty finger into fire and held it… — Ray Bradbury
“What’s happening, Mr. Moundshroud? Where are we?”
Moundshroud struck a flinty finger into fire and held it up. “Why, bless me, boys. It’s the Dark Ages. The longest darkest night ever.”
p. 96Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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And all the world to darkness turn,
Now storm and seize and make of me…
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It’s big, it’s broad…
It’s broad, it’s bright…
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