The sound of thunder ray bradbury5/20/2023 ![]() There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame. ![]() If you disobey instructions, there’s a stiff penalty of another ten thousand dollars, plus possible government action, on your return.” Eckels glanced across the vast office at a mass and tangle, a snaking and humming of wires and steel boxes, at an aurora that flickered now orange, now silver, now blue. ![]() “We guarantee nothing,” said the official, “except the dinosaurs.” He turned. ![]() “Does this safari guarantee I come back alive?” The muscles around his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk. The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water, Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness:Ī warm phlegm gathered in Eckels’ throat he swallowed and pushed it down. Bradbury painted that scenario in his 1952 story, A Sound of Thunder. ![]() In Ray Bradbury’s vision, reality was a fabric so delicate that the crushing of a butterfly could ripple up through 65 million years to change the results of an election. ![]()
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