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| | The Ghost in the Machine and Mr. Moto |
 | | Memories of sitting at the Formica kitchen table of my childhood and recalling the sound of the typewriter keys smacking white paper were now shifting my world. |
 | | I became aware that an old man with a long gray beard was standing next to the electric can openers, staring at me. "Whattaya gonna do with that thing?" Initially dumbfounded, I defensively blurted out, "Dunno, maybe write a letter?" He just grunted, shook his head, and moved on to the dented pots and pans. |
 | | In Underwood World there are No word processing programs with too many choices; No automatic pagination, No spell check, No font sizes, No paragraph breaks, and No flying red hands pointing out my errors. |
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