Beautiful sentences

They’d have a few trial runs, and if the kids from those didn’t measure up they’d recycle them for the parts, until at last they got something that fit all their specs—perfect in every way, not only a math whiz but beautiful as the dawn. Then they’d load this hypothetical wonder kid up with their bloated expectations until the poor tyke burst under the strain.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake.

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