Curve of a dolphin track cuts through water, comes to shore with a ball in
its mouth. Good. The ball breaks open, spilling equipment. The right-angle
curve reverses in a mirror, shower rail seen in scummy bath-water. A
flag-pole as straight as a gibbet. upright. Doors open; doors close. Two
eyes stick out of holes in the floor. Chattering of the squeaky ceiling.
Lights on in the cashier's office. Lights on in the engineer's office.
Lights on in the executioner's office. People break into paste and powder
if you persevere long enough, says an assistant. Bells that never ring.
Imposing categories free us of the need to think it through. No point in
reinventing the lie. Groups work best when they are under tension.
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