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THE SWAP

He drew up two stools and sat down on one. Mather methodically settled himself on the other. This was the last time, he said to his not ill-tempered but conventionally respectable self, that he would humor Jones. Even if Jones had the ear of their silly old founder, if the rest of the faculty -which was sound enough-kept steadily at sound work, the college could build up a reputation which could make it independent.
Jones interrupted this not too friendly reflection with, "Would you please draw your stool as close as possible? The point is that we have to have the left breast as close as possible to the left breast. It's to get the two hearts opposite one another."
" Two hearts that beat as one?" queried Mather crossly, but adjusting his position as asked.
Jones answered only, "Now, please draw over a little to the left"-he did so, too-"so that our faces are as much as possible face to face. And now we have to let each eye look into the eye it sees opposite it:"
This, thought Mather, is worse than a bore-it's really rather unpleasant. Still, it would soon be over.
That was, as far as he could remember, his last actual reflection for a considerable time. It wasn't that he ceased to notice things. Indeed, he perceived things perhaps more clearly now than ever before. Perhaps it was that he hadn't been so interested in anything, in a sort of vivid way, since he was a child. Perhaps that was the reason he'd ceased to be able to reflect, ceased to be the detached little man with the notebook.
Jones found exactly the same thing. Perhaps he noticed it

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