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That bee-tv falls down onto and through magnetic tapes back at the Frish Library, stacked up side by side in jello-filled espace . Slide down this slippery row... until you bang the mur , lose your balance, and end up on your back, on the sol , feeling a fool, staring up at the flashing epileptic électrique lights. |
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