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upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
misconception.'
ground for it. You will soon admit as much as I need from you.
have a real existence.'
`There I object,' said Filby. `Of course a solid body may
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