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Anyone here an expert on the affects of unusually intense electromagnetic fields on an airbus? I know I'm not.
Another perfect season finale. I applauded. Lost is just so good at weaving its mystery! I can't wait until the next season.
Also, Desmond David Hume. How quaint.
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The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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