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" "there is something even higher than the justice which you have been filled with. There is a human impulse known as mercy; a human act known as forgiveness." "I am not acquainted with those words, partner Elijah." "I know," muttered Baley. "I know.
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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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.
Depuis deux cent cinquante ans, la machine a entrepris de remplacer l'Homme en détruisant le travail manuel. La poterie sort de moules et de presses. Les œuvres d'art ont été remplacées par des fac-similés. Appelez cela le progrès si vous voulez ! Le domaine de l'artiste est réduit aux abstractions ; il est confiné dans le monde des idées. Son esprit conçoit et c'est la machine qui exécute. Pensez-vous que le potier se satisfasse de la seule création mentale ? Supposez-vous que l'idée suffise ? Qu'il n'existe rien dans le contact de la glaise elle-même, qu'on n'éprouve aucune jouissance à voir l'objet croître sous l'influence conjuguée de la main et de l'esprit ? Ne pensez-vous pas que cette croissance même agisse en retour pour modifier et améliorer l'idée ?