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+    {
+      "text": "Skær skorpen af rugbrødet. Skær krummen i grove terninger, kom dem i en gryde og hæld vand på til det dækker. Lad det udbløde til dagen efter. Bring langsomt rugbrød og vand i kog og lad det simre under omrøring til det er jævnt. Tilsæt citronskal, øl og sukker og kog øllebrøden op. Smag den til, fjern citronskal og server med fløde eller meget let pisket flødeskum.",
+      "source": "Kristine Marie Jensen, Frøken Jensens Kogebog",
+      "length": 368,
+      "id": 1
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Grønsager forhøjer og fuldender måltidet. Med deres forskellige smage, konsistens og mange farver tilfører de maden kompleksitet, skærper sanser og appetit og synliggør årstidernes skiften. Og så får vi oven i købet et væld af vigtige næringsstoffer og noget som tænder og mave kan arbejde med i tilgift. Brug så vidt muligt årstidens danske grønsager. De er friskest og har den bedste smag, fordi de er modne og færdigudviklede når de høstes. Det er importerede grønsager meget sjældent, fordi de skal kunne tåle lang transport og ugers ophold i kølehuse.",
+      "source": "Kristine Marie Jensen, Frøken Jensens Kogebog",
+      "length": 556,
+      "id": 2
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Vi ser nu nærmere på klassen af plane grafer, der har inspireret en stor del af grafteoriens udvikling. Mange af de allerede omtalte begreber kommer her i spil. En plan graf er en graf G, der der har en repræsentation, hvor knuderne er punkter i planen, og kanterne er kurver i planen, således at kanter kun mødes i deres endepunkter.",
+      "source": "Jørgen Brandt, Grafteori",
+      "length": 334,
+      "id": 3
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Pøbelens trøsteord er bitre i et kongeligt øre. Lad apotekere og bagere, og tjenere i de mægtiges huse, dømmes efter, hvad de har gjort, ja, endogså efter, hvad de har villet gøre. De mægtige selv vil dømmes, og må dømmes, efter, hvad de er. Det er blevet mig fortalt, at fangne løver i deres bure lider langt mere af skam end af sorg.",
+      "source": "Karen Blixen, Syv Fantastiske Fortællinger",
+      "length": 335,
+      "id": 4
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Jeg dufter dolmerkål, stegte bornholmerål, alverdens mad serveret på sølvfad, men min lomme er flad. Jeg fryser min fod for jeg har slidt min skosål. Mit andet ben og min sko har jeg solgt for en slik til et godt formål.",
+      "source": "Malk de Koijn, Kosmisk Kaos",
+      "length": 220,
+      "id": 5
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I løbet af de sidste årtier har partierne øget deres fokus på kommunikation, hvilket har ført til en generel professionalisering af partierne. De store partier laver i dag vælgeranalyser, hyrer analyseinstitutter til at lave interne undersøgelser for dem, laver fokusgrupper og sender deres politikere på mediekurser, hvor de blandt andet lærer at tale uden om, når journalister stiller dem ubehagelige spørgsmål. Der bliver ført valgkamp året rundt, og reklamer for partier og politikere fylder det offentlige rum på linje med reklamer fra andre private virksomheder, der vil sælge noget. Partierne har gennemarbejdede og gennemtænkte visuelle identiteter, og regulære kommunikationsafdelinger, der sørger for at partiet fremstår appellerende til vælgerne. Eller udtrykt på en anden måde: sørger for at virksomhedens brand står stærkt blandt forbrugerne.",
+      "source": "Søren Mau, Hæv Stemmen!",
+      "length": 855,
+      "id": 6
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Der er to ting, der har betydet noget for min udvikling. Den ene er, at jeg tidligt opdagede, at jeg var god til at tegne. Eller i hvert fald meget hurtigere end de andre. Og det betyder vildt meget for ens identitet, at man er god til et eller andet. Så da jeg opdagede det, var det meget naturligt at blive ved. Den anden ting er, at der ikke var meget at lave i Strib i 1980'erne. Og hvad skal man lige lave, når man keder sig? Jeg tegnede.",
+      "source": "Philip Ytournel, Hvad føler du lige nu?",
+      "length": 443,
+      "id": 7
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I Danmark diskuterer vi stort set aldrig, hvad stemmeafgivningens politiske betydning egentlig er. Vi bryster os altid af at have meget høje stemmeprocenter, og vi anser det for at være et tegn på en sund, demokratisk kultur - vi danskere er engagerede, politisk interesserede borgere, der anser det at stemme til folketingsvalg for at være en demokratisk pligt. Selvom der er masser af politikerlede i Danmark, og selvom undersøgelser viser, at danskerne har en meget lille tillid til politikerne, så stemmer vi alligevel. Det er blevet en så indgroet vane i os, at vi slet ikke stiller spørgsmålstegn ved det mere.",
+      "source": "Søren Mau, Hæv Stemmen!",
+      "length": 616,
+      "id": 8
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Hvordan skulle Thurstons geometriseringsformodning bevises? Thurston selv lagde op til ret direkte teknikker ved at klippe og klistre 3-dimensionelle rum, men det viste sig, at der altid var visse situationer, der var svære at analysere på denne måde. Desuden er disse teknikker i bund og grund topologiske, og de harmonerer dårligt med at identificere bestemte geometriske strukturer på rummene.",
+      "source": "Andrew Swann, Et milleniumproblem er løst",
+      "length": 396,
+      "id": 9
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Mexico ligger i Spanien, i Spanien, hvor man hader Italien. Benelux ligger i Tyskland, i Tyskland, hvor man graver efter nyt land. Texaco ligger i udbrud, de udskud, gir min konto et hovedbrud. Vesterbro ligger så vandret, så mundret, at man ørler så lodret ned.",
+      "source": "Nephew, Mexico Ligger I Spanien",
+      "length": 262,
+      "id": 10
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Jeg bruger små stykker kul til at tegne motivet på totempælen. Nederst skal der være et fundament på et par meter, som jeg senere har tænkt mig at grave ned i jorden. Fra jorden skal der så være en sokkel på en halv meter og  derefter et cirka to meter højt æg, i virkeligheden et rytmeæg, men det vil man ikke kunne se med det blotte øje, medmindre man kendte min far, og det var der, sådan som jeg tidligere har været inde på, ingen der gjorde. Altså vil man ikke kunne se det. En tilfældig forbipasserende vil tro, at dette er et helt almindeligt æg, og det kan jeg godt leve med. På toppen af dette rytmeæg skal min far sidde med benene trukket op under hagen og armene ud til siderne, og på min fars hoved skal jeg selv sidde.",
+      "source": "Erlend Loe, Doppler",
+      "length": 731,
+      "id": 11
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Det var tidligt forår. Og det var frydefuldt at cykle i skoven igen efter en lang vinter. Jeg cykler naturligvis hele året. På arbejde og hjem igen. Jeg er cyklist. Måske er jeg først og fremmest cyklist. Der findes ikke det føre, der kan standse mig. Om vinteren bruger jeg pigdæk. Jeg har cykelhjelm. Cykelhandsker. Specielt egnede bukser og jakker. Cykelcomputer. Lygter. Jeg cykler fire tusinde kilometer om året. Og det generer mig ikke det mindste at brække vinduesviskerne af de biler, der ikke arter sig.",
+      "source": "Erlend Loe, Doppler",
+      "length": 512,
+      "id": 12
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Jamen det starter mega godt! Jeg bliver spurgt om jeg vil udgive en bog - en rigtig bog! Og det vil jeg gerne. Så mig og forlaget beslutter at lave en KÆMPE bog med ALLE mine tegninger i. Et ambitiøst værk. Men så, da vi sidder og kigger tegningerne igennem, så kan vi godt se at nogle af dem ikke er så gode alligevel... Og der var - en hel del faktisk - der var rigtig dårlige. Og så får vi den idé at at jeg skal tegne ALLE mennesker i hele verden i stedet for! Men jeg ku ikke rigtig få dem til at ligne, så det dropper vi også... Så vi ender med at køre den hjem på rutinen med en \"Greatest Hits\" bog og få den udgivet inden 'Bogforum' og i god tid inden julesalget, så det hele kan betale sig. Og økonomien? Det viser sig at næsten alle tegningerne har været bragt i Politiken, og de vil have deres del af et muligt overskud, så jeg kommer ikke til at tjene en skid.",
+      "source": "Philitp Ytournel, Hvad føler du lige nu?",
+      "length": 872,
+      "id": 13
+    }
+  ]
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static/quotes/english.json

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       "source": "Elizabeth Swann, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl",
       "length": 53,
       "id": 5143
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+      "text": "I think the real tragedy is in the inner war which is waged between people who love each other, a war out of which comes knowledge.",
+      "source": "D.H. Lawrence",
+      "length": 131,
+      "id": 5144
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "What he had seen and felt and known he gave in his writing to his fellow men, the splendour of living, the hope of more and more life... a heroic and immeasurable gift.",
+      "source": "Frieda Lawrence",
+      "length": 168,
+      "id": 5145
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "\"Can it be getting dark so soon?\" He winced up at the sun. It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun. I think, before I travel on, I'll get a  little rest... And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.",
+      "source": "Michael Mack, Small pain in my chest",
+      "length": 236,
+      "id": 5146
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war, you thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home... acting proud. You wasn't there standing in my shoes.",
+      "source": "Bob Dylan, John Brown",
+      "length": 190,
+      "id": 5147
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I can't do shorthand and typewriting and double-entrance book-keeping, or whatever it's called. I tell you, I am utterly incompetent. I never earn anything. I'm the parasite of the British oak, like the mistletoe. The blue bird doesn't flutter round my feet. Perhaps they're too big and trampling.",
+      "source": "D.H. Lawrence, Two blue birds",
+      "length": 297,
+      "id": 5148
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "'Thank you, my dear, for your offer,' said the wife, rising, 'but I'm afraid no man can expect two blue birds of happiness to flutter round his feet, tearing out their little feathers!'",
+      "source": "D.H. Lawrence, Two blue birds",
+      "length": 185,
+      "id": 5149
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+    {
+      "text": "The school stared in perplexity at this incredible folly. Tom stood a moment to gather his dismembered faculties; and when he stepped forward to go to his punishment, the surprise, the gratitude, the adoration that shone upon him out of poor Becky's eyes seemed pay enough for a hundred floggings. Inspired by the splendour of his own act, he took without an outcry the most merciless flogging that even Mr. Dobbins had ever administered; and also received with indifference the added cruelty of a command to remain two hours after school should be dismissed - for he knew who would wait for him outside till his captivity was done, and not count the tedious time as loss either.",
+      "source": "Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer",
+      "length": 679,
+      "id": 5150
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Fret not, my dear friend, for I have learned the truth. It matters not whether one is dirty or clean, for can cleanliness exist without filthiness, and would we know filthiness without cleanliness? We must not re-enact the history that divides us, rather we must embrace that which draws us together.",
+      "source": "Spongebob Squarepants",
+      "length": 300,
+      "id": 5151
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "So if you want to find somebody to blame for the way I am, I guess you'd have to start with the public education system.",
+      "source": "Jeff Kinney, Dog Days",
+      "length": 120,
+      "id": 5152
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Slow starvation, the doctor called it! You see he went to work in such a way! Would keep the shop on; wouldn't have a soul touch his boots except himself. When he got an order, it took him such a time. People won't wait. He lost everybody. And there he'd sit, goin' on and on--I will say that for him--not a man in London made a better boot! But look at the competition! He never advertised! Would 'ave the best leather, too, and do it all 'imself. Well, there it is. What could you expect with his ideas?",
+      "source": "John Galsworthy, Quality",
+      "length": 505,
+      "id": 5153
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves everyday. We photoshop our warts away, we edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong - annihilation is all we are.",
+      "source": "Mr. Robot TV series",
+      "length": 276,
+      "id": 5154
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You know what my favorite color combination is? Yellow text on a magenta background. Oh, and don't forget the Comic Sans. That is just pure beauty right there. In fact, it's used in the first frame (well, close enough) of \"history of the entire world, i guess\", which makes me love that video even more.",
+      "source": "The Longest Text Ever",
+      "length": 303,
+      "id": 5155
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "He pictured the boys finding his body next day. Suddenly he found himself with them, coming along the trail and looking for himself. And, still with them, he came around a turn in the trail and found himself lying in the snow. He did not belong with himself any more, for even then he was out of himself, standing with the boys and looking at himself in the snow. It certainly was cold, was his thought. When he got back to the States he could tell the folks what real cold was. He drifted on from this to a vision of the old-timer on Sulphur Creek. He could see him quite clearly, warm and comfortable, and smoking a pipe.",
+      "source": "Jack London, To Build a Fire",
+      "length": 623,
+      "id": 5156
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Hi, I'm back again. My computer crashed AGAIN, and I was ignorant enough to not save my work, so that means I have to start this part of the text all over again. That's quite unfortunate. But did I mention that my Google Chrome is working again? That's the good news.",
+      "source": "The Longest Text Ever",
+      "length": 267,
+      "id": 5157
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Once upon a time, people got tired of starting off their stories with \"Once upon a time\", so they stopped doing that. But one person decided not to stop using \"Once upon a time\", and used it at the beginning of this story. And that person is ME! The end.",
+      "source": "The Longest Text Ever",
+      "length": 254,
+      "id": 5158
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You see I used to watch him. Never gave 'imself time to eat; never had a penny in the house. All went in rent and leather. How he lived so long I don't know. He regularly let his fire go out. He was a character. But he made good boots.",
+      "source": "John Galsworthy, Quality",
+      "length": 235,
+      "id": 5159
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.",
+      "source": "Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera",
+      "length": 103,
+      "id": 5160
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.",
+      "source": "Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera",
+      "length": 91,
+      "id": 5161
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.",
+      "source": "Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera",
+      "length": 212,
+      "id": 5162
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "We didn't give up on our dreams! We changed our dreams into your dream. That's what parents do. That's what family does.",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 120,
+      "id": 5163
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.",
+      "source": "Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera",
+      "length": 280,
+      "id": 5164
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Everyday people keep hurting each other, it's no wonder why you doubt what other people in the world tell you.",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 110,
+      "id": 5165
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Fun things. Happy things. They'll all eventually change someday, you know? But can you still love this place?",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 109,
+      "id": 5166
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "The shape of the wedding ring has two meanings. One is eternity. The other is completeness.",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 91,
+      "id": 5167
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You shouldn't hold back your tears. You should let it all out while you still can - because when you get bigger sometimes you can't cry even if you have something to cry about.",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 176,
+      "id": 5168
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "If I'm around you, I don't think I'll ever be bored.",
+      "source": "Fumihiko Shimo, Clannad",
+      "length": 52,
+      "id": 5169
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "We have no choice but to accept the one and only life we're given, no matter how cruel and heartless it might be.",
+      "source": "Jun Maeda, Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 113,
+      "id": 5170
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "One person needed courage to face the past. Another person needed effort to make a dream come true. Yet another person needed time and friends. What about you?",
+      "source": "Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 159,
+      "id": 5171
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Even if we forget the faces of our friends, we will never forget the bonds that were carved into our souls.",
+      "source": "Jun Maeda, Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 107,
+      "id": 5172
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "No matter what kind of past you had, don't lose sight of yourself.",
+      "source": "Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 66,
+      "id": 5173
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "If I can meet you again, against the 6 billion to 1 odds, and even if your body can't move, I'll marry you.",
+      "source": "Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 107,
+      "id": 5174
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Even if you can't walk or stand and even if you can't have kids, I'll still marry you, I'll always stay by your side.",
+      "source": "Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 117,
+      "id": 5175
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I heard that when things were painful for her, she'd cover her ears with headphones and escape to the world of music. I tried it too. It was like everything was blown away. The vocals screamed for me. They grieved for me. The ones who put on the act of common sense were wrong. Those who cried were right.",
+      "source": "Angel Beats!",
+      "length": 305,
+      "id": 5176
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Once you've been loved once and have loved once, you cannot forget it.",
+      "source": "Yuki Midorikawa, Natsume Yuujinchou",
+      "length": 70,
+      "id": 5177
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "They come without asking, and then they leave just the same. But once you meet them, even if nobody ever knows it, that encounter will change your life for the better.",
+      "source": "Yuki Midorikawa, Natsume Yuujinchou",
+      "length": 167,
+      "id": 5178
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "It's times like this that I wish I could come up with an appropriate response. I hate myself for not being able to reply properly.",
+      "source": "Yuki Midorikawa, Natsume Yuujinchou",
+      "length": 130,
+      "id": 5179
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I may not have anywhere to go... but I can't just selfishly disappear either.",
+      "source": "Yuki Midorikawa, Natsume Yuujinchou",
+      "length": 75,
+      "id": 5180
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "It's strange isn't it. The two groups, which looked like they hated each other, are now shining the same color as they vanish into the distant sky.",
+      "source": "Yuki Midorikawa, Natsume Yuujinchou",
+      "length": 147,
+      "id": 5181
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "You know Mitch, now that I'm dying. I've become much more interesting to people.",
+      "source": "Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie",
+      "length": 80,
+      "id": 5182
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.",
+      "source": "Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie",
+      "length": 212,
+      "id": 5183
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "He feared sleep. He'd say that his soul would slip down into nothing. They say that man never dreamt after the day he cut his pillow.",
+      "source": "Yuki Urushibara, Mushishi",
+      "length": 133,
+      "id": 5184
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "If you could see everything but couldn't change any of it, or if you could live in freedom in darkness... Which do you think is more fortunate? I think it might not be that bad living in the dark, remembering the light.",
+      "source": "Yuki Urushibara, Mushishi",
+      "length": 217,
+      "id": 5185
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax. Often, it begins with the legs and works its way up. You lose control of your thigh muscles, so that you cannot support yourself standing. You lose control of your trunk muscles, so that you cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive, you are breathing through a tube in a hole in your throat, while your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk, perhaps able to blink, or cluck a tongue, like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh. This takes no more than five years from the day you contract the disease.",
+      "source": "Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie",
+      "length": 658,
+      "id": 5186
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "The world, I discovered, was not all that interested. I wandered around my early twenties, paying rent and reading classifieds and wondering why the lights were not turning green for me. My dream was to be a famous musician (I played the piano), but after several years of dark, empty nightclubs, broken promises, bands that kept breaking and producers who seemed excited about everyone but me, the dream soured. I was failing for the first time in my life.",
+      "source": "Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie",
+      "length": 457,
+      "id": 5187
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough. No more playing music at half-empty night clubs. No more writing songs in my apartment, songs that no one would hear.",
+      "source": "Mitch Albom, tuesdays with Morrie",
+      "length": 265,
+      "id": 5188
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Miodec you've literally made one the best typing websites on the web to date but you still lazily sit there watching youtube videos with a measly 140 wpm smh. And have you forgotten about tribes completely? That's like saying ur gonna kill someone, but then never do it and leave them scared for the rest of their life (bad example) except you tell us about tribes and leave everyone excited but never deliver.",
+      "source": "Miodec Bully Rank Copy Pasta",
+      "length": 410,
+      "id": 5189
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+    {
+      "text": "Si j'avais su t'aimer, avec des habitudes, des petits déjeuners, au lit des solitudes. Si j'avais su te dire, ce qui me fait mourir, de tant d'incertitudes. Si j'avais su t'aimer, comme on aime ce qu'on cache, comme on voudrait prier, pour que rien ne se détache.",
+      "source": "Chimène Badi - Si j'avais su t'aimer",
+      "length": 263,
+      "id": 1
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Et si tu n'existais pas, dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais, pour traîner dans un monde sans toi, sans espoir et sans regret.",
+      "source": "Joe Dassin - Et si tu n'existais pas",
+      "length": 120,
+      "id": 2
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Je suis malade, comme quand ma mère sortait le soir, et qu'elle me laissait seul avec, mon désespoir.",
+      "source": "Lara Fabian - Je suis malade.",
+      "length": 101,
+      "id": 3
+    }
+  ]
+}

static/quotes/spanish.json

@@ -24,6 +24,18 @@
       "source": "Isabel Allende, Eva Luna",
       "length": 104,
       "id": 1
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Artículo 33.- Toda persona es igual ante la ley y no podrá practicarse discriminación alguna contraria a la dignidad humana.",
+      "source": "Constitucion Politica de Costa Rica.",
+      "length": 124,
+      "id": 2
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "En general, los hombres juzgan más por los ojos que por la inteligencia, pues todos pueden ver, pero pocos comprenden lo que ven.",
+      "source": "Nicolás Maquiavelo - El Príncipe",
+      "length": 130,
+      "id": 3
     }
   ]
 }