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It was old and rusted by many rains. We pulled with all our strength, but we could not move it. IT WAS OLD AND RUSTED BY MANY RAINS WE PULLED WITH ALL OUR STRENGTH BUT WE COULD NOT MOVE IT
ansgression, the great Transgression of Preference, to love any among men better than the others, since we must love all men and all men are our friends. So International 4-8818 and we have never spoken of it. But we know. We know, when we look into each other’s eyes. And when we look thus without words, we both know other things also, strange things for which there are no words, and these things frighten us. So on that day of the spring before last, Union 5-3992 were stricken with convulsions on the edge of the City, near the City Theatre. We left them to lie in the shade of the Theatre tent and we went with International 4-8818 to finish our work. We came together to the great ravine behind the Theatre. It is empty save for trees and weeds. Beyond the ravine there is a plain, and beyond the plain there lies the Uncharted Forest, about which men must not think. We were gathering the papers and the rags which the wind had blown from the Theatre, when we saw an iron bar among the weeds. F PREFERENCE TO LOVE ANY AMONG MEN BETTER THAN THE OTHERS SINCE WE MUST LOVE ALL MEN AND ALL MEN ARE OF OUR FRIENDS SO INTERNATIONAL FOR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT AND WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN OF IT BUT WE KNOW WE KNOW WHEN WE LOOK INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AND WHEN WE LOOK THUS WITHOUT WORDS WE BOTH KNOW OTHER THINGS ALSO STRANGE THINGS FOR WHICH THERE ARE NO WORDS AND THESE THINGS FRIGHTEN US SO ON THAT DAY OF THE SPRING BEFORE LAST UNION FIVE THREE NINE NINE TWO WERE STRICKEN WITH CONVULSIONS ON THE EDGE OF THE CITY NEAR THE CITY THEATRE WE LEFT THEM TO LIE IN THE SHADE OF THE THEATRE TENT AND WE WENT WITH INTERNATIONAL FOUR EIGHT EIGHT ONE EIGHT TO FINISH OUR WORK WE CAME TOGETHER TO THE GREAT RAVINE BEHIND THE THEATRE IT IS EMPTY SAVE FOR TREES AND WEEDS BEHIND THE RAVINE THERE IS A PLAIN AND BEHIND THE PLAIN THERE LIES THE UNCHARTED FOREST ABOUT WHICH MEN MUST NOT THINK WE WERE GATHERING THE PAPERS AND THE RAGS WHICH THE WIND HAD BLOWN FROM THE THEATRE WHEN WE SAW AN IRON BAR AMONG THE WEEDS
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