Impossible, for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a smile,found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?
( Ray Bradbury )
[ Fahrenheit 451 ]
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