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"What-say my find-fickle mine ! Albright ! So you want a map ! I have a map of all-mazes ! If I give you an amazemap, what should you give me ? What is it worth to-you ? So consider the following" :

"Soiled American soldiers in World One; in a battle-gripped, dead-of-night shell-hole, body-oblivion explosions-abound, when a bright spot sun-light shine, appears over-head, and not shell-trace, in the black sky-there ! Some look-up - throw-down their-guns; and walk-off the battle-field, to desertion and court-marshal ! Why did they do-it ! Who would believe ! There was to be a desertion-to-death trial, in a very few next-mornings ! The lawyer for the defence, on-an-errand, happens to run onto an enemy-awol of who-why ! "Why ?" the lawyer-asked ! "I saw a-light in the firmament was why-this ?" He envisioned home, and he felt-dwelt there ! "This is crazy. Why do-I do-this he said of no-more matter. I go-home." And so it-was discovered by telegraphed inquiry, that hundreds if-not thousands, walked-off the field of no-more, mind-mines, that-night from all-sides in that battle-Eurnopea. They said it was a true-story ! So my fine tethered naught, why-not-give a 'Shadow of a Doubt'. So there is your map and way-out. Chew on-that for awhile my-smile, and so do-I love - toyou."

A walk-off homer. It is a "One Step Beyond. I saw that-show more than once, and probably even in the long-ago original. You call that a map ? I call that a gnome. A some-light from the sky, be it alien or heaven, not likely and where's the science ? I cannot rely on that; a something, a belief stolen in the night.This is not shirking-out. I need a main-line, if I going to maintain this trace. "So you don't like My-map ! O-nay - it looks like I will have to plansfigure it. You don't like Saysum. You don't like the Argosoughts !

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