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siannanRay Bradbury will be missed. He was one of those people you never thought would die, he and his ever-expanding oeuvre would be there forever, even if people like Montag had to carry them around in their minds.
Wistfulness pervaded his stories. Longing for days gone by, for days that never were and never might be. But they never descended into the maudlin, not even when a man wished the entire world away except for his wife and son and they traveled the countryside on a railroad handpump car.
I'm too sad right now to expound or eulogize him in a way that befits his stature. Instead I will curl up with Dandelion Wine, or The Illustrated Man, or The Martian Chronicles, or Quicker Than the Eye. Or maybe all of them.
Pop in glass bottles with Douglas Spaulding.
Wistfulness pervaded his stories. Longing for days gone by, for days that never were and never might be. But they never descended into the maudlin, not even when a man wished the entire world away except for his wife and son and they traveled the countryside on a railroad handpump car.
I'm too sad right now to expound or eulogize him in a way that befits his stature. Instead I will curl up with Dandelion Wine, or The Illustrated Man, or The Martian Chronicles, or Quicker Than the Eye. Or maybe all of them.
Pop in glass bottles with Douglas Spaulding.
