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The general public has long been divided into two parts those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

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Thomas Pynchon
Age: 87
Born: 1937
Born: May 8
Essayist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Glen Cove
New York
Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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