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And what ruins they were! All around lay the great engines of logic, broken and out of gear; the faded images; the brave dead words, splendid even in their death; the fallen marbles; the shattered ideas, still startling in their fragments.
“That’s not quite ruined,” he said to himself now and then, “maybe I can use it” . . . and he laid it aside.
— W. E. Woodward (1874-1950), Lottery (1924) : 305
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