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Since this morning I have been living eight days in the future, days that no man ever had experienced before. I finished my Machine in the dawn. I gave it a last tap, tried all the screws again and
put some more oil on it. I sat myself in the saddle and took the starting lever
in the hand. I felt like a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull.
Sandra Petojevic,
Master of Arts, November 2, 2006 |
