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/         The Priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. \
| I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.                    |
|         A voice, sweetened and sustained, called to him from the sea.    |
| Turning the curve he waved his hand.  A sleek brown head, a seal's, far  |
| out on the water, round.  Usurper.                                       |
\                 -- James Joyce, "Ulysses"                                /
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