Author:  Ray Bradbury
Book:    Dandelion Wine
Viewed: 104 - Published at: 4 years ago

He felt the tremble . . . Why? But she was bigger, stronger, more intelligent than himself, wasn't she? Did she, too, feel that intangible menace, that groping out of darkness, that crouching malignancy down below? Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights? Doubts flushed him.

( Ray Bradbury )
[ Dandelion Wine ]
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