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090			_aPR5363 _b.B33 1939
100	1		_aShaw, Bernard, _d1856-1950 _94891 _eaut.
245	1	0	_aBack to Methuselah : _ba metabiological pentateuch / _cby Bernard Shaw
260			_aLondon [etc.] : _bPenguin, _c1939
300			_a319 p. ; _c20 cm
490	1		_aThe Bernard Shaw library
500			_aA la portada: Definitive text.
500			_aReimpressió: 1977, 1979.
520			_aOne day early in the eighteen hundred and sixties, I, being then a small boy, was with my nurse, buying something in the shop of a petty newsagent, bookseller, and stationer in Camden Street, Dublin, when there entered an elderly man, weighty and solemn, who advanced to the counter, and said pompously, 'Have you the works of the celebrated Buffoon?' My own works were at that time unwritten, or it is possible that the shop assistant might have misunderstood me so far as to produce a copy of Man and Superman. As it was, she knew quite well what he wanted; for this was before the Education Act of 1870 had produced shop assistants who know how to read and know nothing else. The celebrated Buffoon was not a humorist, but the famous naturalist Buffon. Every literate child at that time knew Buffon's Natural History as well as Esop's Fables. And no living child had heard the name that has since obliterated Buffon's in the popular consciousness: the name of Darwin. Ten years elapsed. The celebrated Buffoon was forgotten; I had doubled my years and my length; and I had discarded the religion of my forefathers. One day the richest and consequently most dogmatic of my uncles came into a restaurant where I was dining, and found himself, much against his will, in conversation with the most questionable of his nephews. By way of making myself agreeable, I spoke of modern thought and Darwin. He said, 'Oh, thats the fellow who wants to make out that we all have tails like monkeys.' I tried to explain that what Darwin had insisted on in this connection was that some monkeys have no tails. But my uncle was as impervious to what Darwin really said as any Neo-Darwinian nowadays. He died impenitent, and did not mention me in his will.
546	1		_aContingut en anglès.
650		0	_914306 _aCiència-ficció _xNarrativa
655		0	_914304 _aCIENCIA FICCIÓN _fSCIENCE FICTION _iCIÈNCIA FICCIÓ
800	1		_aShaw, Bernard, _d1856-1950. _tObres _915384
901			_aRevisat
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