"The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little."
"And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again."
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Source: Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.75, Hamilton Books
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