Monday, January 30, 2017

" She adjusted the controls of a musical instrument that played soft and complicated strains out of it's own creative bowels by striking notes and chords in a random manner ; the randomness weighted in favor of pleasant combinations by intricate mathematical formulae. The music could no more repeat itself then could snowflakes ,and could no more fail of beauty ."

Asimov Isaak - The End of Eternity (1955)

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