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Suppose that we have a machine that can be used in any one of a finite number of different internal states. Any language that can be produced by a machine of this sort we call/ a network of other-worldly themes, a network which takes in Glastonbury and the quest for a miraculous vessel/ men pursue their own happiness by a comparison of their experienced and expected pleasures and pains in this quasi-mathematical manner/ may be able to ‘hear everything going on’ through the thin party-wall/ “listen, Jazz-bo,” she said, “I know your mom a lot better than you do. She might even let you go out there and wheedle the old man, but you can bet your shaggy fins she’s going to mess it up for you”/ rarely, in boys, the anterior inferior spine of the ilium may be pulled off by a violent contraction/ the painter makes on the canvas with his paint-loaded brush, and an emphasis on the freedom and spontaneity of the creative act itself and an extreme sensitivity towards the actual materials/ was appealing, in other words, to the germ of the self, to the being who would eventually outgrow/ the statistical effects of independent rectilinear movements of molecules/ which the sociologist of economic institutions has cause to explore for the enlightenment they offer on the functioning of markets in a labile social context/ I could not imagine him unless he had enough being to stand as the correlate-term in this postulated relation of being imagined by me/ when discharge is about to occur, the capsule becomes somewhat plumper, the domed end suddenly yields, and the coiled thread emerges at such speed that its movement cannot be followed by the eye/ is kept at atmospheric temperature until it reaches a pathologist experienced in seminology/ it rasped her tender unused sensibility, it blinded her inward turning vision.