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 | | It seemed to him that the psychiatrist was sitting at a table with his chin thoughtfully in his hands, the open notebook before him, and that he was under the table with his knees up to his face. |
 | | But his mind kept turning with the disks shining back from the windows, and when he peered out he could see nothing but trees, farms already dead in the night, and the lights of an automobile winking its way down a small-town street. |
 | | It was only the notebook that had ever frightened him, for he had dreamed, the night his talk had been first taken down, that his veins were open dripping blood into the notebook, and that behind it Danziger’s dark, secret face was piling up notes like a bank teller behind his cage. |
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