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Rh RECORD FOUR

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Until today everything in life seemed to me clear (that is why, I think, I always had a sort of partiality toward the word “clear”), but today I don’t understand. First, I really was assigned to auditorium, as she said, although the probability was to  or. (Five hundred is the number of auditoriums and there are Numbers.) And second  But let me relate things in proper order.

The auditorium: an enormous half-globe of glass with the sun piercing through. The circular rows of noble, globelike, closely shaven heads. With joy in my heart I looked around. I believe I was looking in the hope of seeing the rose-colored scythe, the dear lips of O- somewhere among the blue waves of the unifs. Then I saw extraordinarily white, sharp teeth like the But no! Tonight at twenty-one o’clock O- was to come to me; therefore my desire to see her was quite natural. The bell. We stood up, sang the Hymn of the United State, and our clever phono-lecturer appeared on the platform with a sparkling golden loud-speaker.