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Radar stations at sea picked up blips suggesting that an air armada was flying at 2,000 mph towards/ the ignorant and the pretentious, the sockless hipsters out for a fast buck or a few drinks/ “What’s up, missis?” a raincoated pipesmoker wanted to know/ what the comprehension effect may be it is difficult to tell for this effect is hidden away inside the organism/ matter itself, far from being the means by which we can know the essence of things, is quasi-being, the cause of nothing/ the property store, which is also used as a stage, is made up of ply-faced stud frame on light metal supports and is coloured in an abstract pattern/ all manner of particularizations to stay the pocky moon/ I looked across at the ring of faces round him: they were all rapt with attention and pleasure/ he will chew leaves, roll quid in caustic ash and then pass it from man to man for a relaxing chew/ this device involves him in irritating time-shifts and flash-backs and rather strained symbolism/ the mighty throbbing heart of London life stood still. The only sound was a flutter of wings by many pigeons startled by this/ blood-and-sex daydream spattered with frankly magic forces whose operation is usually left deliberately vague/ as for the nude dancer, she supplied spicy details of the private lives and sexual eccentricities of the Defence Minister/ these films form the basis of storage into which information can be written, and from which it can be recovered.