Where Robot Mice And Robot Men Run Round In Robot Towns. Ray Bradbury
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WHERE ROBOT MICE AND ROBOT MEN
RUN ROUND IN ROBOT TOWNS
Ray Bradbury
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Copyright © Ray Bradbury 1974, 1975, 1976, 1977
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Ebook Edition © JULY 2014 ISBN: 9780007539956
Version: 2014–07–18
Again for Marguerite/Maggie—because of thirty-two years
Table of Contents
What I Do Is Me—For That I Came
I Am the Residue of All My Daughters’ Lives
Ghost at the Window, Hive on the Hearth
Boy Pope Behold! Dog Bishop See!
Why Viking Lander, Why the Planet Mars?
We Have Our Arts so We Won’t Die of Truth
My Love, She Weeps at Many Things
The Beast Atop the Building, the Tiger on the Stairs
Why Didn’t Someone Tell Me About Crying in the Shower?
Telephone Friends, in Far Places
Death for Dinner, Doom for Lunch
Out of Dickinson by Poe, or The Only Begotten Son of Emily and Edgar
Lo, the Ghost of Our Least Favorite Uncle
A Poem with a Note: All England Empty, the People Flown
The Syncopated Hunchbacked Man
If Man Is Dead, Then God Is Slain
Thoughts on Visiting the Main Rocket Assembly Building at Cape Canaveral for the First Time
Their Names in Dust, Their Dates in Grass
Long Thoughts on Best-Sellers by Worst People