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the present moment.'
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
a mathematical plane. These things are mere abstractions.'
`There I object,' said Filby. `Of course a solid body may
exist. All real things--'
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