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necessary to rest this, the first of the senses. Yet it is a part of his busy day to record his thoughts; for a busy printing press is awaiting his copy. How is this to be done? In the dead of the night he awakes, his fertile thought begins. He reaches for the paper and pencil already handily placed; but no match is struck, no electric button turned. In the darkness, scratch, scratch, scratch goes the lead, and on it goes until sometimes four thousand words are recorded before the mind has