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Quote of the Day
 Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get
 out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the
 halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled,
 too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry
 shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as
 looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to
 move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene
 before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by
 some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During
 the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then
 been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.
         -- Lucky Jim, Kingsley Amis

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