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‘No. 8’

I remember a moment sitting in the office working on an Opera, and as I continued to do so, he asked me who my grandfather was and I told him of the gorillas, and the aniseed and the bush. I told him of the meccano, and the tools that would line the surface of this world, and of the horizon that spread from this past to the present in this office, with him. And he remarked rather solemnly. “good”

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