Quote by Isaac Asimov

John Dalton's records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

John Dalton's records, carefully preserved for a century, we

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This quote highlights the tragic consequences of war, emphasizing that not only human lives are lost, but also valuable historical records and knowledge. The reference to John Dalton, a renowned scientist, symbolizes the destruction of valuable artifacts and information that occurred during World War II. This short explanation underscores the devastating impact of conflicts on both the present and the future, reminding us of the irreplaceable losses suffered during times of war.

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