Clifford D. Simak Quotes
We feel much sorrow for you, the elm tree had said. But what kind of sorrow-a real and sincere sorrow, or the superficial and pedantic sorrow of the immortal for a frail and flickering creature that was about to die?
Clifford D. Simak
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We feel much sorrow for you, the elm tree had said. But what kind of sorrow-a real and sincere sorrow, or the superficial and pedantic sorrow of the immortal for a frail and flickering creature that was about to die?
Clifford D. Simak