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because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in

upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when

thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And

The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of

him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes

that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his

thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And

he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean