It floats in a sleepy, timeless wonder of nourishment and silence. 'What is more at peace, more dreamfully content, at ease, at rest, fed, comforted, unbothered, than an unborn child? Nothing. Go on along now, and take that look off your face.' If she doesn't come around in the next month or so, ask me. After awhile, she'll settle down, forget about death, and begin to love the child. Make her feel that the baby was worth the risk. Find ways of showing her how harmless and innocent the child is. Find little ways of showing your affection, give her security. All I can tell you is what I told you before. If our business fails we blame the gods, the weather, our luck. We miss a golf-stroke and damn the turf or our club, or the make of ball. We stumble into a chair and curse the furniture, not our own clumsiness. She's projecting her troubles, blaming them on the handiest object she can use as a source of blame. She blames the child for her near-death and her pneumonia. A Caesarian operation brought the child into the world and almost took Alice out of it. She's gone a step further than plain, ordinary ambivalence. Reading it now everything seems so obvious.'Better say she has an obsession. About how people become addicted to the convenience. About how people on a bus are giving constant updates to their families but don't know how to interact with the person sitting next to them. He not only talks about smart watches and connected homes, but also how they're used. But in this case Bradbury got almost everything right. Of course this is not an isolated incident and other stories have been realized to various extents. What I find so amazing is that Bradbury wrote this in 1953!! He uses a jammer to stop others from using their devices and ends up being arrested. He lashes out and rebels against the technology by destroying his 'wrist radio' (i.e. To the point where people are unable to function without it. For those not aware, it's about a guy who has had enough with how much technology has infiltrated society. I recently came across The Murderer which absolutely floored me.

In fact I consider him one of the 'ABC's' of sci-fi (Asimov, Bradbury, and Clarke) even though I don't think categorizing him as sci-fi is truly accurate since he often has more of a psychological/societal slant then other sci-fi writers.

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