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We have stolen manuscripts. This is a great offense. Manuscripts are precious, for our brothers in the Home of the Clerks spend one year to copy one single script in their clear handwriting. WE HAVE STOLEN MANUSCRIPTS THIS IS A GREAT OFFENCE MANUSCRIPTS ARE PRECIOUS FOR OUR BROTHERS IN THE HOME OF THE CLERKS SPEND ONE YEAR TO COPY ONE SINGLE SCRIPT IN THEIR CLEAR HANDWRITING
 International 4-8818, as the column leaves the Theatre. It is dark in the streets and there are no men about, for no men may walk through the City when they have no mission to walk there. Each night, we run to the ravine, and we remove the stones which we have piled upon the iron grill to hide it from the men. Each night, for three hours, we are under the earth, alone. We have stolen candles from the Home of the Street Sweepers, we have stolen flints and knives and paper, and we have brought them to this place. We have stolen glass vials and powders and acids from the Home of the Scholars. Now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, and we cut open the bodies of the animals which we find in the City Cesspool. We have built an oven of the bricks we gathered in the streets. We burn the wood we find in the ravine. The fire flickers in the oven and blue shadows dance upon the walls, and there is no sound of men to disturb us. EXT TWO INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT AS THE COLUMN LEAVES THE THEATRE IT IS DARK IN THE STREETS AND THERE ARE NO MEN ABOUT FOR NO MEN MAY WALK THROUGH THE CITY WHEN THEY HAVE NO MISSION TO WALK THERE EACH NIGHT WE RUN TO THE RAVINE AND WE REMOVE THE STONES WE HAVE PILED UPON THE IRON GRILLE TO HIDE IT FROM MEN EACH NIGHT FOR THREE HOURS WE ARE UNDER THE EARTH ALONE WE HAVE STOLEN CANDLES FROM THE HOMES OF THE STREET SWEEPERS WE HAVE STOLEN FLINTS AND KNIVES AND PAPER AND WE HAVE BROUGHT THEM TO THIS PLACE WE HAVE STOLEN GLASS VIALS AND POWDERS AND ACIDS FROM THE HOME OF THE SCHOLARS NOW WE SIT IN THE TUNNEL FOR THREE HOURS EACH NIGHT AND WE STUDY WE MELT STRANGE METALS AND WE MIX ACIDS AND WE CUT OPEN THE BODIES OF THE ANIMALS WHICH WE FIND IN THE CITY CESSPOOL WE HAVE BUILT AN OVEN OF THE BRICKS WE GATHERED IN THE STREETS WE BURN THE WOOD WE FIND IN THE RAVINE THE FIRE FLICKERS IN THE OVEN AND THE BLUE SHADOWS DANCE UPON THE WALLS AND THERE IS NO SOUND OF MEN TO DISTURB US
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