He had been dreaming. It was the Age of Discovery. He had disembarked in
Acapulco. There were lucid categories of things. He rummaged in the marginalia.
He conquered his fear of flying. He was ruthless in his pursuit of the smallest
competitive advantage. The parrots kept materialising out the...
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