And that there was no longer any difference between what once had been my father and the table he was lying on, or the floor on which the table stood, or the wall socket beneath the window, or the cable running to the lamp beside him.

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But my older brother James found the lamp under my seat and had to be stopped dashing to the front of the auditorium running up to the stage to claim the spoils which, unbeknown to him, was a great big doll.

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