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  Speaker 1: Section twelve of The Dream, a Novel. This is a
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  Speaker 1: The Dream a novel by H. G. Wells. Chapter the fourth,
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  Speaker 1: The Widow Smith Moves to London, Parts eight and nine.
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  Speaker 1: Part eight. Krau Buckholes was a pole lean, distressful woman
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  Speaker 1: of five and fortyomos with a table littered with the
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  Speaker 1: documents of some obscure litigation. She did not altogether discourage
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  Speaker 1: my ambitions, but she laid great stress on the hopelessness
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  Speaker 1: of attempting coulteur without a knowledge of German, and I
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  Speaker 1: am inclined to think that her attitude was determined mainly
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  Speaker 1: by a vague and desperate hope that I might be
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  Speaker 1: induced to take lessons in German from her. Brother. Ernest
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  Speaker 1: was entirely against my ambition. He was shy and vocally inexpressive,
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  Speaker 1: and he took me to the Victoria Music Hall and
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  Speaker 1: spent a long evening avoiding the subject. It was only
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  Speaker 1: as we drew within five minutes of home that he
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  Speaker 1: spoke of it. What's all this about your not being
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  Speaker 1: satisfied with your education, Ery, he asked, I thought you'd
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  Speaker 1: had a pretty decent bit of schooling. I don't feel
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  Speaker 1: I know anything, I said, I don't know history, or
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  Speaker 1: geography or anything. I don't even know my own grammar.
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  Speaker 1: You know enough, said Ernest. You know enough to get
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  Speaker 1: a job. Knowing more would only make you stuck up.
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  Speaker 1: We don't want any more stuck ups in the family.
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  Speaker 1: God knows, I knew he referred to Fanny, but of
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  Speaker 1: course neither of us mentioned her shameful name. Anyhow, I
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  Speaker 1: suppose I'll have to chuck it, I said, bitterly. That's
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  Speaker 1: about it, Airy, I know you're a sensible chap at bottom.
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  Speaker 1: You've got to be what you got to be. The
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  Speaker 1: only encouragement I got to resist mental extinction was from
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  Speaker 1: Miss Beatrice Bumpus, and after a time I found even
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  Speaker 1: that source of consolation was being cut off from me.
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  Speaker 1: But my mother began to develop the most gross and
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  Speaker 1: improbable suspicions about Miss Bumpus. You see, I stayed sometimes
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  Speaker 1: as long as ten or even twelve minutes in the
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  Speaker 1: drawing room, and it was difficult for so good a
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  Speaker 1: woman as my mother trained in the most elaborate precautions
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  Speaker 1: of separation between male and female to understand that two
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  Speaker 1: young people of opposite sex could have any liking for
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  Speaker 1: each other's company unless some sort of gross familiarity was involved.
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  Speaker 1: The good of those days, living as they did in
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  Speaker 1: a state of inflamed restraint, had very exaggerated ideas of
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  Speaker 1: the appetite's capacities and uncontrollable duplicity of normal human beings.
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  Speaker 1: And so my mother began to maneuver in the most
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  Speaker 1: elaborate way to replace me by Prue as a messenger
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  Speaker 1: to Miss Bumpus. And when I was actually being talked to,
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  Speaker 1: and even talking in the drawing room, I had an
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  Speaker 1: increasing sense of that poor, misguided woman hovering about the
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  Speaker 1: landing outside, listening in a mood of anxious curiosity and
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  Speaker 1: ripening for a sudden inrush, a disgraceful exposure, wild denunciation
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  Speaker 1: of Miss Bumpus, and the rescue of the vestiges of
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  Speaker 1: my damaged moral nature. I might never have realized what
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  Speaker 1: was going on if it had not been for my
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  Speaker 1: mother's direct questionings and warnings. Her conception of a proper
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  Speaker 1: upbringing for the young on these matters was a carefully
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  Speaker 1: preserved ignorance, hedged about by shame and foul terrors. So
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  Speaker 1: she was at once extremely urgent and extraordinarily vague with me.
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  Speaker 1: What was I up to staying so long with that woman?
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  Speaker 1: I wasn't to listen to anything she told me. I
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  Speaker 1: was to be precious careful what I got up to
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  Speaker 1: in there. I might find myself in more trouble than
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  Speaker 1: I thought. There were women in this world of a
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  Speaker 1: shamelessness that made one blush to think of. She had
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  Speaker 1: always done her best to keep me from wickedness and nastiness.
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  Speaker 1: But she was mad, said Willa. All the countless lunatic
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  Speaker 1: asylums of those days wouldn't have held a tithe of
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  Speaker 1: the English people who were as mad in that way
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  Speaker 1: as she was. That the whole world was mad, said Sonray.
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  Speaker 1: All those people, except perhaps Miss Bumpus, talked about your
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  Speaker 1: education like insane people. Did none of them understand the
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  Speaker 1: supreme wickedness of hindering the growth of a human mind.
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  Speaker 1: It was a world of suppression and evasion. You cannot
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  Speaker 1: understand anything about it unless you understand that. But the
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  Speaker 1: whole world, said Radiant, most of it. It was still
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  Speaker 1: a feer haunted world, submit, said the ancient dread. Do
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  Speaker 1: nothing lest you offend, and from your children hide. What
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  Speaker 1: I am telling you about the upbringing of Harry Mortimers
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  Speaker 1: Smith was generally true of the upbringing of the enormous
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  Speaker 1: majority of the inhabitants of Earth. It was not merely
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  Speaker 1: that their minds were starved and poisoned. Their minds were
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  Speaker 1: stamped upon and mutilated. That world was so pitiless and confused,
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  Speaker 1: so dirty and diseased, because it was cowed and dared
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  Speaker 1: not learn of remedies. In Europe, in those days, we
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  Speaker 1: used to be told the most extraordinary stories of the
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  Speaker 1: wickedness and cruelty of the Chinese, and one favorite tale
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  Speaker 1: was that little children were made to grow up inside
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  Speaker 1: great porcelain jaws in order to distort the bodies to
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  Speaker 1: grotesque shapes so that they could be shown at fairs
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  Speaker 1: or sewed to rich men. The Chinese suddenly distorted the
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  Speaker 1: feet of young women for some obscure purpose, and may
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  Speaker 1: have been the origin of this horrible legend. But our
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  Speaker 1: children in England were mentally distorted in exactly the same fashion,
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  Speaker 1: except that for porcelain jars we use mental tin cans
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  Speaker 1: and dustbins. My DearS. When I talk of this, I
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  Speaker 1: cease to be sarnac. All the rage and misery of
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  Speaker 1: crippled and thwarted Harry Maultimus Smith comes back to me.
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  Speaker 1: Did you get those classes of yours? Asked Sunray. I
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  Speaker 1: hope you did not. For a year or two, though
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  Speaker 1: Miss Bumpus did what she could for me. She lent
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  Speaker 1: me a lot of books in spite of much ignorant
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  Speaker 1: censorship on the part of my mother, and I read voraciously.
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  Speaker 1: But I don't know if you will understand it. My
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  Speaker 1: relations with Miss Bumpus were slowly poisoned by the interpretations
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  Speaker 1: my mother was putting upon them. I think you will
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  Speaker 1: see how easy it was for a boy in my
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  Speaker 1: position to fall in love following to a deep emotional
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  Speaker 1: worship of so bright and friendly a young woman. Most
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  Speaker 1: of us young men nowadays begin adoring a woman older
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  Speaker 1: than ourselves. Adoring is the word, rather than loving. It's
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  Speaker 1: not a meek we need at first, but the helpful,
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  Speaker 1: kindly goddess who stoops to us. Of course, I loved her,
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  Speaker 1: but I thought much more of serving her or dying
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  Speaker 1: for her, than of embracing her. When I was away
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  Speaker 1: from her, my imagination might go so far as to
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  Speaker 1: dream of kissing her hands. And then came my mother,
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  Speaker 1: with this hideous obsession of hers jealous for something she
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  Speaker 1: called my purity, treating this white passion of gratitude and
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  Speaker 1: humility as though it was the power that drags a
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  Speaker 1: blowfly to some heap of ofal. A deepening shame and
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  Speaker 1: ungraciousness came into my relation with miss Bumpus. I became
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  Speaker 1: readied and tongue tied in her presence. Possibilities I might
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  Speaker 1: never have thought of, but for my mother's suggestion grew
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  Speaker 1: disgustingly vivid in my mind. I dreamt about her grotesquely.
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  Speaker 1: When presently I found employment for my days, my chances
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  Speaker 1: of seeing her became infrequent. She receded as a personality
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  Speaker 1: and friend, and quite against my will, became a symbol
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  Speaker 1: of femininity among the people who called to see her,
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  Speaker 1: A man of three or four and thirty became free.
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  Speaker 1: My spirit flamed into an intense and impotent jealousy on
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  Speaker 1: account of this man. He would take tea with her
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  Speaker 1: and stay for two hours or more. My mother took
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  Speaker 1: care to mention his visits in my hearing at every
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  Speaker 1: opportunity She called him Miss Bumpus's fancy man or alluded
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  Speaker 1: to him archly. A certain person called again to day Prue.
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  Speaker 1: When good looking young men are shown in at the door,
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  Speaker 1: vouts flies out the window. I tried to seem indifferent,
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  Speaker 1: but my ears and cheeks got red and hot. My
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  Speaker 1: jealousy was edged with hate. I avoid seeing Miss Bumpus
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  Speaker 1: for weeks together. I sought furiously for some girl, any
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  Speaker 1: girl who could serve to oust image from my imagination.
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  Speaker 1: Sarnac stopped abruptly and remained for a time, staring intently
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  Speaker 1: into the fire. His expression was one of amused regret.
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  Speaker 1: How little and childish it seems now, he said, And
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  Speaker 1: how bitter, oh, how bitter it was at that time.
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  Speaker 1: Poor little Errand boy, said Sunray, stroking his hair. Poor
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  Speaker 1: little Errand boy in love. What an uncomfortable, distressful world
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  Speaker 1: it must have been for all young things, said Willow.
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  Speaker 1: Uncomfortable and pitiless, said Sarnak. Part nine. My first employment
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  Speaker 1: in London was as an errand boy junior porter was
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  Speaker 1: the exact phrase, to a drapist shop near Victoria's station.
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  Speaker 1: I packed parcels and carried them to their destinations. My
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  Speaker 1: next job was to be boy in general to a
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  Speaker 1: chemist named Homburg, and a shop beyond Lupus Street. A chemist,
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  Speaker 1: then was a very different creature from the kind of
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  Speaker 1: man or woman we call a chemist to day. He
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  Speaker 1: was much more like the apothecary we find in Shakespeare's
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  Speaker 1: plays and such like old literature. He was a dealer
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  Speaker 1: in drugs, poisons, medicines, a few spices, coloring matters, and
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  Speaker 1: suchlike odd commodities. I watched endless bottles, delivered drugs and medicines,
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  Speaker 1: cleared up a sort of back yard, and did anything
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  Speaker 1: else that there was to be done within the measure
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  Speaker 1: of my capacity. Of all the queer shops one found
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  Speaker 1: in that old world London, the chemist shops were I
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  Speaker 1: think the queerest. They had come almost unchained out of
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  Speaker 1: the Middle Ages, as we used to call them, when
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  Speaker 1: Western Europe, superstitious, dirty, diseased and degenerate, thrashed by the
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  Speaker 1: Arabs and Mongols and Turks, afraid to sail the ocean
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  Speaker 1: at a fight out of armor, cowered behind the walls
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  Speaker 1: of its towns and castles, stole, poisoned, assassinated and tortured,
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  Speaker 1: and pretended to be The Roman Empire still in being.
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  Speaker 1: Western Europe in those days was ashamed of its natural
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  Speaker 1: varieties of speech, and talked bad Latin. It dared not
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  Speaker 1: look a fact in the face, but nosed for knowledge
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  Speaker 1: among riddles and unreadable parchments, hip burnt men and women
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  Speaker 1: alive for laughing at the absurdities of faith. And it
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  Speaker 1: thought the stars of heaven were no better than a
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  Speaker 1: greasy pack of cards by which fortunes were to be told.
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  Speaker 1: In those days, it was the tradition of the apothecary
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  Speaker 1: was made. You know him as he figures in Romeo
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  Speaker 1: and Juliet. The time in which I lived this life
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  Speaker 1: was barely four centuries and a half from Old Shakespeare.
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  Speaker 1: The apothecary was in a conspiracy of pretentiousness with the
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  Speaker 1: almost equally ignorant doctors of his age, and the latter wrote,
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  Speaker 1: and he made up prescription and occult phrases and symbols.
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  Speaker 1: In our windows there were great glass bottles of red
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  Speaker 1: and yellow and blue tinted water, through which our glass
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  Speaker 1: lamps within through a mystical light on the street pavement,
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  Speaker 1: was there a stuffed alligator, asked firefly. No, we were
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  Speaker 1: just out of the age of stuffed alligators. But below
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  Speaker 1: these colored bottles in the window we had stupendous china
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  Speaker 1: jars with gilt caps mystically inscribed, Let me see, let
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  Speaker 1: me think one was sem koryand another was rad sarsap.
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  Speaker 1: Then what was that fellow in the corner marins are
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  Speaker 1: an opposite him see sincrdiff. And behind the counter, to
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  Speaker 1: look the customer in the face, were neat little drills
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  Speaker 1: with golden and precious letters. Thereon pill rhubob and pill
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  Speaker 1: anta bill, and many more bottles, all amig and tinked
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  Speaker 1: ey od rows and rows of bottles. Mystic wonderful, I
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  Speaker 1: do not remember ever seeing mister Humbug take anything, much
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  Speaker 1: less sell anything from all his array of erudite bottles
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  Speaker 1: and drawls. His normal trade was done in the bright
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  Speaker 1: little packets of an altogether different character that were piled
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  Speaker 1: all over the counter, Bright, unblushing little packets that declared
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  Speaker 1: themselves to be Gummage's, fragrant and digestive toothpaste, Hooper's corn cure,
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  Speaker 1: lux tones, ladies, remedy, tinker's pills for all occasions, and
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  Speaker 1: the like. Such things were asked for openly and loudly
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  Speaker 1: by customers. They were our staple trade. But also there
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  Speaker 1: were many transactions conducted in undertones which I never fully understood.
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  Speaker 1: I would be sent off to the art on some
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  Speaker 1: specious pretext whenever a customer was discovered to be of
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  Speaker 1: the Soto voce variety. And I can only suppose that
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  Speaker 1: mister Humburg was a custom at times to go beyond
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  Speaker 1: the limits of his professional qualifications, and to deal out
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  Speaker 1: advice and instructions that were legally the privileges of the
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  Speaker 1: qualified medical man. You must remember that in those days
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  Speaker 1: many things that we teach plainly and simply to everyone
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  Speaker 1: were tabooed and made to seem occult and mysterious, and
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  Speaker 1: very very shameful and dirty. My first reaction to his
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  Speaker 1: chemist's shop was a violent appetite for Latin. I succumbed
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  Speaker 1: to its suggestion that Latin was the key to all knowledge,
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  Speaker 1: and that indeed statements did not become knowledge until they
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  Speaker 1: had passed into the Latin tongue. For a few coppers
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  Speaker 1: I bought in the second hand bookshop in old and
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  Speaker 1: worn Latin Principia, written by a namesake smith. I attacked
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  Speaker 1: it with great determination and found this redoubtable language far
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  Speaker 1: more understandable, reasonable and straightforward than the elusive, irritable French
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  Speaker 1: and the trampling, coughing German I had hitherto attempted. This
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  Speaker 1: Latin was a dead language, a skeleton language, plainly articulated.
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  Speaker 1: It never moved about or got away from one as
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  Speaker 1: a living language did. In a little while I was
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  Speaker 1: able to recognize words I knew upon our bottles and drawers,
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  Speaker 1: and in the epithets, upon the monuments in Westminster Abbey,
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  Speaker 1: And soon I could even construe whole phrases. I dug
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  Speaker 1: out Latin books from the second hand bookseller's boxes, and
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  Speaker 1: some I could read, and some I could not. There
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  Speaker 1: was a war history of that first Caesar, Julius Caesar
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  Speaker 1: the advent, who extinguished the last week of the decaying
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  Speaker 1: Roman Republic. And there was a Latin New Testament. I
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  Speaker 1: got along fairly well with both. But there was a
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  Speaker 1: Latin poet, Lucretius I could not construe. Even with an
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  Speaker 1: English verse translation on the opposite page. I could not
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  Speaker 1: construe him. But I read that English version with intense curiosity.
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  Speaker 1: It is an extraordinary thing to note. But that same Lucretius,
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  Speaker 1: an old Roman poet, who lived and died two thousand
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  Speaker 1: years before my time four thousand years from now, gave
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  Speaker 1: an account of the universe and of man's beginnings far
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  Speaker 1: truer and more intelligible than the old Semitic legends I
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  Speaker 1: had been taught in my Sunday school. One of the
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  Speaker 1: queerest aspects of those days was the mingling of ideas
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  Speaker 1: belonging to different ages and phases of human development. Due
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  Speaker 1: to the irregularity and casualness of such educational organizations as
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  Speaker 1: we had in school and church alike, Obstinate pedantry darkened
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  Speaker 1: the minds of men. Europeans in the twentieth Christian century
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  Speaker 1: mixed up the theology of the Pharaohs the cosmogony of
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  Speaker 1: the priest kings of Sumeria with the politics of the
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  Speaker 1: seventeenth century and ethics of the cricket field in prize ring.
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  Speaker 1: And that in a world which had got to aeroplanes
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  Speaker 1: and telephones. My own case was typical of the limitations
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  Speaker 1: of the time. In that age of ceaseless novelty, there
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  Speaker 1: was I trying to get back, by way of Latin
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  Speaker 1: to the half knowledge of the ancients. Presently, I began
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  Speaker 1: to struggle with Greek also, but I never got very
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  Speaker 1: far with that. I found a chance of going out
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  Speaker 1: once a week on what was called early closing night,
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  Speaker 1: after my day's work was done, to some evening classes
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  Speaker 1: in chemistry. And this chemistry, I discovered, had hardly anything
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  Speaker 1: in common with the chemistry of a chemist shop. The
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  Speaker 1: story of Mata and false that it told belonged to
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  Speaker 1: another and a newer age. I was fascinated by the
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  Speaker 1: wider revelations of the universe I lived in. I ceased
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  Speaker 1: to struggle with Greek, and I no longer hunted the
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  Speaker 1: dingy book boxes for Latin classics, but for modern scientific works.
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  Speaker 1: Lucretius I found was hardly less out of date than Genesis.
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  Speaker 1: Among the books that taught me much were one called
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  Speaker 1: Physiography by a writer named Gregory, Claude's Story of Creation,
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  Speaker 1: and Lancaster's Science from an Easy Chair. I do not
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  Speaker 1: know if they were exceptionally good books. They were the
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  Speaker 1: ones that happened to come to my hand and awaken
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  Speaker 1: my mind. But do you realize the amazing conditions under
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  Speaker 1: which men were living at that time when a youngster
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  Speaker 1: had to go about as eager and furtive as a
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  Speaker 1: mouse seeking food to get even such knowledge of the
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  Speaker 1: universe in himself as then existed. I still remember how
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  Speaker 1: I read first of the differences and resemblances between apes
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  Speaker 1: and men, and speculations arising thence from about the nature
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  Speaker 1: of the sub men who came before man. It was
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  Speaker 1: in the shed in my yard that I sat and read.
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  Speaker 1: Mister Humbug was on the sofa in the parlor behind
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  Speaker 1: the shop, sleeping off his midday meal. With one ear
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  Speaker 1: a cock for the shop bell, and I, with one
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  Speaker 1: ear a cock for the shop bell and the other
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  Speaker 1: for any sounds of movement in the parlor, read for
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  Speaker 1: the first time of the falses that made me what
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  Speaker 1: I was to have been washing out bottles. At one point,
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  Speaker 1: in the center of the display behind the counter in
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  Speaker 1: the shop was a row of particularly brave and important
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  Speaker 1: looking glass jaws, wearing about their bellies the gold promises
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  Speaker 1: of aquafortis, arm hide, and such like names. And one day,
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  Speaker 1: as I was sweeping the floor, I observed mister Humberg
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  Speaker 1: scrutinizing these. He held one up to the light and
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  Speaker 1: shook his head at its fluculent contents. Harry, he said,
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  Speaker 1: see this row of bottles, Yes, sir, pour them all
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  Speaker 1: out and put in fresh water. I stared, broom in hand,
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  Speaker 1: aghast at the waist. They won't blow up if I
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  Speaker 1: mix them, I said, blow up, said mister humbug. It's
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  Speaker 1: only stale water. There's been nothing else in the bottle
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  Speaker 1: for a score of years. Stuff I want is behind
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  Speaker 1: the dispensary partition, and it's different stuff nowadays. Wash the mountain,
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  Speaker 1: then we'll put in some water from the pump. We
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  Speaker 1: just have them for the look of them. The old
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  Speaker 1: women wouldn't be happy if we hadn't got them there.
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  Speaker 1: End of section twelve, read by Cris Buchanan, Springfield, Illinois,
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  Speaker 1: August twenty five, twenty twenty three.