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fliction, and the keeper is trampled, though meanwhile he may have become kind and have no fear, so I, if I am to remember what took place, I cari do so as clearly, but only if I also dive into the physical mood I then felt going below the surface sequence of my normal memory.
So I stood as though waiting for a service to begin. I can, however, remember that I did feel a slight halt of surprise when, after a few moments during which I drew myself to attention, my guide, whom I could sense rather than see in front of me, did not, as I had come to expect, sound a note. I strained my ears, but they only sang their own inner highpitched hiss under my effort. And this was stopped suddenly, not by sound or by sight, but by feeling. A violent pain shot through my palms. I snatched up my hands from the broad smooth desk on which they had been resting. They were stung as though by a hornet. I could have wrung them with the keenness of the pang. I can best describe the pain by saying it was the kind of sting a bat which has failed to give "drive" to the ball that has been struck gives to the hands which are wielding it, and makes the wielder drop it as though it were a live terminal. In my pain I clasped my hands involuntarily, as one holds an injured limb. Immediately the atrocious stinging left them. Then I recalled my guide's counsel.
I stood like this, in the silence, a little while-enjoying, I suppose, the warm relief that follows a spasm of agony. Then my attention began to leave my hands for my feet. My soles were experiencing a gradually increasing crepitation-a "pinsand-needles" effect. It was not until then that I realized that the whole framework of the massive stalls must be vibrating

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