...If there's a noise in the woods, and there's nobody around to hear it, is it really a noise?"Of course it is," she replied calmly."How did you reach that conclusion?" Beldin demanded."Because there's no such thing as an empty place, uncle. There are always creatures around --wild animals, mice, insects, birds --and they can all hear."But what if there weren't? What if the woods are truly empty?"Why waste your time talking about an impossibility?
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- Nationality: american
- Born: July 7, 1931
- Died: June 2, 2009
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