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shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and
incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles
patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
misconception.'
a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.'
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