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That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' Is that it, Daneel?" Daneel paused, then said, "I am not certain what is meant by … - Isaac Asimov
" "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' Is that it, Daneel?"
Daneel paused, then said, "I am not certain what is meant by the smell of a rose, but if a rose on Earth is the common flower that is called a rose on Aurora, and if by its 'smell' you mean a property that can be detected, sensed, or measured by human beings, then surely calling a rose by another sound-combination — and holding all else equal — would not affect the smell or any other of its intrinsic properties."
"True. And yet changes in name do result in changes in perception where human beings are concerned."
"I do not see why, Partner Elijah."
"Because human beings are often illogical, Daneel. It is not an admirable characteristic.
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About Isaac Asimov
Isaac Asimov (c. 2 January 1920 – 6 April 1992) was a Russian-born American biochemist who was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction, his works include the Foundation series and I, Robot.
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