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fire, `if Time is really only a fourth dimension of Space, why is
`But before the balloons, save for spasmodic jumping and the
where the whole world has gone wrong. We are always getting away
from the present moment. Our mental existences, which are
grave. Just as we should travel DOWN if we began our existence
fifty miles above the earth's surface.'
incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
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