Reflexionó unos segundos, mirando a la mujer sentada frente a él y sintiendo que ella podía hacer su desierto menos parecido a un destierro. Se acord… - Isaac Asimov
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Reflexionó unos segundos, mirando a la mujer sentada frente a él y sintiendo que ella podía hacer su desierto menos parecido a un destierro. Se acordó de la otra mujer que trató unos años atrás, pero la borró de su mente con un esfuerzo deliberado. Si alguna vez encontraba otra compañera, tenía que ser una que conociera y comprendiera lo que era el saber, la erudición, y lo que todo ello exigía de una persona.
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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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Isaak Osimov
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Isaak Ozimov
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Itzhak Ozimov
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