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BYZANTIUM The u purged images of day recede; The E eror's drunken soldiers are abed; Night reso ance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral going; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, A 1 mere aomplexities, The fury and the mire of human veins. Before me floats an image, an or shade, Shade more than man, more image than a shade; For Hades' bobbin bound in m y-cloth May unwind the winding path, A mouth that has no moisture d no breath Breathless mouths may su on; I ha1l the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death. Miracle, bird or golden handiwork, re miracle than bird or handi ork, Planted on the starlit golden bo gh, Can the cocks of Hades crow. Or, hy the moon scorn aloud In glory of changeless metal Common bird or petal A d all complex"ties of mire or blood. At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit Flames that no faggot feeds, or steel has lit, No storm di$turbs, flames begotten of flame, spirits come all complexities of fry ea e, Dy"ng into a dance, A agony of trance, An agony of flame t at ca ot sin e a sleeve. IN THIS ISSUEt The Robin Hood School of Ballroom Poetry Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood, Spirit after spiritl The smithies break the flood The golden of the !mperorl Marbles of the da cing floor Break bitter furies of complexity, Those images that yet Fresh ima es beget. That dolphin-torn, that gong-torme ted sea. --William Butler Yeats


EDITORIAL (continued from page two) sugar encrusted candies, sugar flavoured water,and cigarettes, you'll see that you are simply pawns in the conspiracy to give the consumer the least al'lount of benefit from the goods.he buys. Or to put it another way, you get screwed everytime you buy something. Well, I'm not a dictator, so I'll say, let the coke machine stay, but let's also have a machine which dispenses fruit juices, one which dispenses half-pint cartons of milk, and maybe a machine which dispenses fresh fruit and sandwiches. For a while the school had a juice machine, then, one day, the juice was replaced by cans of soda at the same price. That was one of the saddest days of my life. I think SAGA Ron has some explaining to do about this and the nutritional content of the food served in the Cafeteria in general. People can not learn well if they are starving to death. Let' s provide some nutritious foodso --NEXT WEEK. Expect written articles by or about members of the faculty, a review of Travesties, the Tom Stoppard play at Asolo, and a shorter editorial. In two weeks (April 21) we will run some short stories and some even shorter stories. Lick a dish--Herb NEW COLLEGE FILM SERIES presents: Constantin Costa-Gavras ----More powerful and penetratmg thiln Z, Costa Gavras' tale of a devoted communist's torturPal his party's command bears the horrifying rrng of truth. Based on Arthur Koestler's Darkness at Noon, the taut drama feverishly depicts t11e d( of a system cra1ed .v th a rrrst for Y"npegoats. Director: Co::stantn Costa Ga1nas Cast: Yves Montand, Simone Signoret, Gabriele Fer1ette, Michel V1told Studio: Paramount 1970 Price: $175 PG 138 min: (C) "It is an exqun;ite film, constructed with a Y.nsicivitl( ro the .rexwre of the jerry-built hell in wh1ch the vic tims of Stalin's death throes are co'1fined_ It never falters as to light nr sound or rhe appalling detail that make this ni(JNrnare ti>escap ably credible." Roe-t Ha1dl The Mitiori 1


NIGHTC'.AP Sons on nightcaps drink silently and circle slowly the living rooms of their mothers where they wait for the last soft gasp the bedroom which will melt the tension and slice the cord for the final time. Julie Herrod Zappa In New York is on Discreet Records Flat01 J) Since 1974, I have sunk an ungodly amount of money into the buying of albums and corresponding tickets to live Frank Zappa. I think you should know this before you read further. Indeed I have probably lost the respect of a number of readers simply by making this statement. In any case this article will undoubtedly reflect the effect this great expenditure of time listening to the works of such an oblique artist has had on its author. Frank Zappa has always played to a small following; a group whose tastes in music and humor are substantially different from those of the average television watcher or AM radio listener. For this reason, few of his twenty-five or thirty albums released over the past 12 years on at l east four labels have been commercially successful, In fact, his early albums' liner notes hint at the obvious lack of "commercial potent"al" of his music. Some of his music on these early efforts of Zappa's are stylisticly reminiscent of the type of tunes that made it as hits in the sixties, which leads me to wonder why the top 40 chart and Frank Zappa never met. I suppose the D.J.'s and the record buying public were scared off by the appearance of his band, the Mothers of Invention, as well as the titles of some of his instrumental pieces (Lea "Nasal Retentive Caliope Music", "Prelude to The Afternoon of A Sexually Aroused Gas Mask" 1 "Toads of The Short Forest" 1 "We Can Shoot You .. "Invocation And Ritual Dance of The Young Pumpkin", etc.) The personnel and musicianship of Zappa's group has varied greatly. He has played with some highly acclaimed jazz and rock musicians as well as others who apparently didn't know how to hold, let alone manipulate, their instruments until meeting the m1sical director of the band. With the constant changing of the band's members, Zappa has seen to it that_ he alone has been the central force in the group as well as fascilitatln the development of the musically diverse and experimental qualities of his work. Now that I have mentioned diversity and experimentation in music, I have son1e1hing on which to base my review of Zappa's latest effort (this is a record review, remember?). Frank Zappa's musical style has varied more than any artist I know of who surfaced in the sixties. His parodies of greasy fifties music and psychedelic sixties music are pleasantly unique, and his jazz efforts can be enjoyed by many listeners who despise everything else he's ever recorded, Some of his attenpts 13r-zarrh uM r,r 'I


THE GREG VICKERS PLATTER PARTY (continued) at producing a new sound don't quite deserve categorization as music, but in a way this is a good sign. Most of Zappa's albums have at least a few small sections which are hard to appreciate. But no two songs are quite alike and I'd rather have an album with two or three painful minutes than than thirty or forty boring minutes. The lack of new ideas, of musical and lyrical diversity, is exactly the reason behind the mediocrity of today's pop music. I heartily agree with the 1978 Playboy music poll which cited '77 as the poorest year in pop music since 1962. The list of groups and individual performers who have watered down their talents or, to put it another way, have started deficating their records instead of recording them since the early seventies is incredibly long. I would have to include in such a list: The Rolling Stones, Eric Clap ton, The Who, Yes, Genesis, Jethro Tull, The Allmans, Led Zeppelin, and even two of my all time favorites, Pink Floyd and Emerson, Lake and Palmer. Heaven help the B e e Gees and Elton John who have been selling out for so long that it makes it difficult for me to appreciate their old good stuff. I didn't realize it a year ago when I tOOA v O buying classical, jazz, folk and COUntry music, but popular m usic bites the raw wanger. Rock a d Roll is somewhere between dying and dead, disco nauseates me and makes me want to throw up on record producers, and punk rock is fun, if and only if, I am exposed to it for five minutes or less. The basic idea behind F.Z.'s Zappa In New York is the same as that of all the albums Zappa has produced since Overnite Sensation in 1973. He on the warped nature of contemporary lifestyles and values in a manner which, shall I say, lacks the finesse a etter poet might demonstrate. The lyrics usually get the message ac1oss, but more often than not I'm left thinking that what he is saying could have been expressed better somehow. Part of the genjus of Zappa is in t he way awkward lyrics are set to the music. On Zappa In ew York only four songs on the two discs include lyrics. The first of these tunes, modestly entitled "Titties And Beer'', is an attack on the values of the average biker. Not wanting to be subject to the wrath of any easily provoked feminist who might happen to read this review, I won't say exactly what I think about the lyrics of this tune, but I think it is a funny song. Possibly not quite as funny as his slanASOLO MOVIEa Monday, April 10, 1978& RUNNING FENCE & VALLEY CURTAIN (U.S. 1974 and '76, 90 minutes, color) Two documentaries by the Maysles, Brothers of artist Christo's 24-mile long fence in Northern California and his curtain across the snake river canyon. Each of the films doc the problems and Christo during his art projects, some of the most controversial of the past decade. 7 and 9p.m., admission $1.04 April 17: MONSIEUR VERDOUX


dtd /((!R/hh "What I Did Over Spring Break" The bus trip was routine but clouded by cigarette smoke and fat peoples' glutinous exhales. Then we went through the fog which was unnatural; claustrophobic. t-1e were on the "Sunshine Skyway." We got off the bus at a Howard Johnson's, and a lady got off with us and said she was supposed to have gotten off two blocks back so my girlfriend said that when her mother came to give her the car, she would take her back the two blocks. The lady was maybe sixty-two years old and from New England and was not familiar with the area. My friend and I were familiar. We took the lady to where she wanted to go and went on to c---'s house. The fog hid the condominiums. It hid everything, which was odd, because it had been sunny when we left. We had to pass by a security guard who made sure no undesirable people came into the exclusive neighborhood where c---'s parents lived. He smiled and waved us through and then I heard the gulls, the loud screeching birds who cried for what? Did they answer each other or were they oblivious? The house was decoxated with European knick-knacks and slightly impressionistic paintings lit by small incandescent tubes. The family room had foam stuffed plastic furniture, yellow and orange, and a remote control color television. There was a swimming pool behind the kitchen, an oval pool with plants surrounding it, mostly ferns. The house was on the bay, and there was an island in the middle of the bay where the birds were supposed to go but they did not stay there. They were loud ana lifted and dove sporadically--they screeched sporadically. In the garden around the pool, little lizards played. They darted among the oriental figurines and tea..,ed the white persian cat laying by a stone bench. The cat had milk nipples and very soft fur. The lizards knew not to come too close to the cat. The cat would roll over on its back and I would scratch its neck and stomach and I loved the cat. My friend and I rode bicycles to the beach and sat in blue-hooded redwood chairs and talked about men and sex. I guess we are at the age when women are supposed to think about men and sex a great deal. So we thought about it and talked about it. She said she was going to stop going to bed so easily with men and I said I was relishing my independence.


(I had recently stopped seeing my lover and was, in reality, terribly lonely.) We both decided that someday we would like to have a relatively secure monogamous relationship, so that we could have children, a house, etc. But we were determined not to end up in split-levels in the suburbs. c---asked me why girlfriends could get along so well, but lovers could not. I said because there was more at stake. I did not feel like going into detail. We are in our early twenties. Now I feel like going into detail. Lovers share much more than friends, even if it is mostly sharing. People in love are willing to tell their lover anything; eveLything, because they want their lover to tell them the same. As much as it seems to be a sharing relationship, it is probably a very selfish one, and when one lover starts telling more than the other, problems arise. And then there is always the physical side of the relationship. This adds to the complications. Girlfriends may tell each other as much, but there is no physical relationship so less is at stake. Now that I have thought that out I remember the cat by the bench. I loved the cat and I buried my face in the soft fur on its stomach and put my tongue to one of the nipples. Then I stopped because I was choking on the fine white hair. The cat just kept laying there and I felt like crying but I did not. There was a dead lizard in the sand near the cat. It had a red streak down its back; lizard blood. It was stiff when I poked it with a stick. I did not touch dead animals. I the gulls would see the lizard and eat it so I covered it with a leaf because I felt connected ot it. I felt connected to the cat. I also remember the color television and the bookcases suryounding it. They contained maybe a hundred books, all from the same publisher, the kind you have sent to your house every other month to look at on approval. They were all gold embossed and had colored bookmarks which matched the covers. The books were nice but maybe too nice to be interesting. I did not want to read any of them. Instead I wanted to read magazines because they were not so perfect and did not require intelli-gence or concentration. I also wanted to eat. This did not require intelligence or concentration either. C---'s mother was an excellent cook and so I ate while I was there. I ate a lot. There was a small vegetable garden behind the pool and we picked snow peas and fennel and


parsley and we ate it. The lizards also played in this garden. So after we ate several meals it was time for us to go back to school and I thanked my friend's mother and father and asked the gulls once more why they were crying. Had they lost their lovers? Could they not find enough lizards--had they discovered that I had deceived them? We sped back over the "Sunshine Skyway" and this time there was no fog and we were not on a bus. We went 85 miles per hour over the bridge in a tiny green sportscar. I was beginning to relish my independence. the third annual ewCollege tt n n r Sunday, ril9, 978 lp.m. to 6p.m. (C re onial Processi n at 12:45) nthe ay Fro t g s nd e Co ege I rida epu r i ho te Spon redby Ri ling use ms a d oil THE MEDIEVAL FAIR is something that you shouldn't miss. It's an event in which respectable people put on all manner of absurd clothing and walk around attempting to shock tourists. It's an event which has all the color and pagentry of a rhinoceros eating a peacock: Where else can you hear electron1c harpsichord music7 Where else could you see your best friends bashing each other over the head with broad swords? Where else could you see a king sucking on a baby bottle? Where else could you see Dr. Borden wearing a grey wig? If you are intrigued by all this. then come to the third annual Medieval Fair. There will be 15,000 people in back of litrary:


"Our Kisses" My tongue rummages your mouth, fugitive as smoke seeking air draft and I feel your teeth like hawk-heels mock clawing my lips. My fingers charming room dark stroke over your eyelids that have seen enough then you open them; the last gold of gorse bloom, sun flaring saffron-saddened in mountain dawn a bugle blast of light stun-strumming me. You braise me with fever of kisses till my nerves fire up, tongue slipping from canonized mouth to neck"s nape breasts and loins, your loveflesh gifts all the weathers of my world. My breast is lodged indivisibly against yours heart beating only that all my promises to you shall be fulfilled blood homing to scarlet hood drawn to groin thrust sperm drawn deep in embered womb. At peace after numbly tongue traces secret hairs that line spine a blind field silken and only cinnibar moonlight sliding from spoiled wine dark shows cilia bending in breeze-breath, my slight bites scything harvest. I put my ear to your veined wrist to hear pulse which is the sea that rustles all the night, an eagle's ruffled wing in flight Ahl that rustles all the night and each time I listen to blood's-beat after love I ressurect the gone world in a gentler shape. -Terry Sullivan


"The dramatic circumstances of Kore's (Persephone's) abduction will be recalled how Hades surprised her while she was gathering flowers in a field, carried her away in his chariot and plung with her into the depths of the earth NOTE: "for these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water because the that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the even1n1 prevailed." the following letter was found among the weeds, yellowing newspaper, and faded Old Milwauke cans of a downtown Sarasota street. Bre da I got your letter today It was so good to hear from you It has been So Long. But I never really had the chance to rite when I was on the road with the Carnival it really is ruff but a lot of fun and I do a lot of traveljng to it is really a lot of fun. And as for me getting married that was a jeek joke because it was really dum the guy was a real bastard I should have never married him. And now I am trying to save enough money to get a divorce. We are not together now I was only with him for two months not even, were separated for J weeks out of the two month's. I got married I(n) June May and I left him in July. then I met Norman and from the first night I went out with him we have been together ever since and I really love this guy he is something else. I think he goes out on Me once in a while but there is nothing I can do about it l really wish he wouldn-t but I think he does we fight alot a d he really makes me mad Sometimes but I really do love him we are living together now ever since July 13th I always get high Norman has turned me on to Some T.H.C. I got fucked up really bad and I got sick that was because I was P.G. by norman but about 1 Month ago I had a m1sscarage I really wanted the baby but Norman didn't I guess it was better that I had a misscarage because we couldn-t aford to have a baby that's one of the reasons didn't want it. but he really is whiled just like Gary was Norman is 23 years old, I really hope he sea les down pretty soon because I don't know long I can take Some of his Sh Well enough on Norman -------for the last few months I been doing a lot of Traveling up & East around Chicago and all I have been to alot of places and working my off like 12 to 16 hours a day and party all the time. But I all ways


JUST A SHADOW (continued) partyo Six months out of the year I travel the other Six months I am hear in Florida working Now I have a job at McDonald's I really like it, it 1s a lot of fun. Norman is a real prick Sometimes he always talk's about girls and that makes me sick I hate it. I live in Sarasota Flor. it really is not that big of a town I guess it is like Salinas in a way beaches and all. in a way it really is like California alot. it is kind of nice. We have a(n) apt it is not much but it is a place to live. I am comfortable hear. I really djdn't get much for Chirstmas we were brock then I got a big bottle of my favorite perfume and Some ear rings and a real nice ear ring & neckless Set it really is pretty Silver as for New years eve I sat at home watched T.V. and Norman part(i)ed all day and passed out at 9:00 o clock and I went to bed at 11:00 or 11:30 So it was really bad New Years day I fixed a reall nice dinner a real nice roast and black eyed peas potatoes Salad all all it was good So much for the holidays they were not great You told me about every body but Steve what has he been doing and how is he. has he got a girlfriend you really didn't say much at all about him in fact all l know is he has an apt. So tell me all about himo OK please I would like to know So please tell me OK. I have to go now I think we are going to a movie tonight I am not Sure, but I have to go take a shower just in Case Don't forget to tell me how Steve is doing OK W/S OK Love and miss Ya alot Your Cuz & Sis always forever Lorinda Black Air/More Air Riding my bicycle down the path suddenly I have to stop again, a sharp stop, tires screeching and wheeze -lungs screaming "Asthmatic Bronchitis" Gasping, I lift my perspired face upward and behold a king on a gold 1953 living room chair in his counting-house, with millions and millions of oxygen tanks Granting the skiers enough so they can sundance on the snow while inside I sit on a woodbench before the fire Next to me a one fluid oz. black magic-bottle of.air just enough for me to around, make 1t to the flames those flanes blazing off of lizard shaped logs, breathed by a dr gon, who I ride on his back and soar over all this -Stacey B. Forest


A# tlfT6K.V 'E"VJ w rrJ-1 Tflc etJ AISI777JT!aft/At-aomf'YJ trroc::-(0 it{ IAt One of the givens at New College since the merger with the state and with U.S.F. (July 1, 1975) has been that we of the student body have desired the maximum amount of autonomy from the Tampa based bureaucracy. One of the difficulties we have encountered in setting ourselves apart is that the bureaucracy seems to keep impinging on our personal freedoms despite the fact that we ignore it. It is in this spirit that Henry Smyth and Pete Tepley have begun framing a new constitution for New College. "The old constitution was fine when this place was a private says Smyth, "But it has no provisions for dealing with the state." "'v'le have framed our new constitution under the principle that the thing the student body wants the most is autonomy from U.S. F." Tepley declares holding a bottle of beer, "In order to achieve a relative degree of independence and security, we need a constitution which better delegates the power, and takes into consideration the fact that we are now a part of the state university system." Asked how the new constitution will better help delegate the power, Tepley responded, "First of all, there will be three executives or advocates instead of the present one. The responsibiJity will be broken up into these three categories: academic, financial and student life. Each advocate will have a separate area to spend his time on, and consequently there will be more focus." "T,__e l:-ationale behind this change is that presently the Chairperson is with work. This way, the work will be shared more equally,'' Smyth explained. Imn addition, another major change which is under discussion is the redistribution of Legislative Representatives by location rather than by year of enrollment. Thus, there could posslbly be 1 representative from each court 1 representative from B dorm, four representatives from off campus, and one at large. The at-large rep would +he A new position would be called for under the new constitution. This would be the of Fund This would be charge of raising money for the prlvate fund. The Job would be pald on a corr..mision basis so that .:rthe more money gathered for the school, the more money the Fund Raiser would earn for himself. The three executive/advocates seem to be the strongest selling point of the new constitution. Henry said t "They will be better able to gather student opinion


PLEASE READ (continued) formulate it and present it to the proper authorities than is the present executive. "For example," he continued, "An academic advocate would be charged directly with such tasks as talking to Les Tutle, coordinating student voices on the E.P.C., S.A.S.C., and Admissions Committee, speaking before the faculty, the provost, the State board of Regents, etc. "The important things: seems to be that in order to gain more autonomy we are going to have to strengthen some of our ties to the outside world. Not to let them know what's going on internally, because that's our business, but to present a collective viewpoint to those who wield the power, and hopefully we'll be wielding some of our own in a much more active way than we have in the past." Don't Con An Old Con Artist She dropped him from adolesence to Artistic Involvement, a must to be avoided, But catching the late bus out Like the spaces you walk through where friends have stood leads only to abstract climaxes, a dead end for S'..1re; perhaps God is simply the search a dead end for God for sure. -Vince Koloski


SELF -DEFK SE It was hard to hear The sqwack of blood above the syllables Croqding into her Into her teeth A tight steel Cleave, her elbow chopped Through air, chopped--Words Spewed from her pinched--our pinched--the ring's pinched charge At first we watched The cock fight then lost The cock became the squall Her feathers spread us plucking the farmer' s eyes Shredding old aprons clawing those simple yolks of sense It was hard to hear over Our loss of skin scratched With her as a fist packed to break the table's cage She howled Like birth fought For life refused Sport Until we all were baited Sounds to crack shells Bottles through glass Created by self defense like Sending Afterwards We sweep debris Share the last beer And can't stop asking Which comes first The breaking Or the egg Carol F Duval


GREG VICKERS' PLATTER PARTY (continued) derous "Disco Boy" from his last album, Zoot Allures, but funny nevertheless. The musical score to "Titties and Beer" includes very nice bass and saxophone parts which would stand well without the vocals especially since Zappa's delivery of the lyrics is far from pretty: arHER ZAPPA ALBulVIS YOU MIGHT WANT TO FIRST: a) musically sound with a touch of decadence: Overnite Sensation The other tunes with vocals are "Big Leg Emma," "Honey Don't You V'Jant A Me", and Illinois Bandit", If I were basing thls revlew on the quallty of the lyrlcs, I would not advise anyone to buy the album. You don't have to look too far past the titles to why I say this. However, the only song which I think has b) from his jazz period: Hot Rats & The Grand \'1azoo no worthwhile social message is "The Illinois Enema Bandit" which Zappa saves from the musical garbage heep by including some astounding guitar work in one of the instrumental breaks. c) Mid-sixties bohemian/ avant-garde: The purely instrumental pieces are the album's saving grace. Zappa recruits the trumpet and sax talents of the Brecker brothers, and bassist Patrick O'Hearn shows that he knows a trick or two on "THe Purple Lagoon". It took some careful listening for me to appreciate this number, but I now think it's one of the album's high points. It has all the virtues of well orchestrated improvisation, with the soloes kept short enough so as to pre ve'1t it from becoming tedious listening. "The Black Page Drum Solo" is, of course, a piece written for drums (tympany and xylophone). I don't pretend to know much about playing percussion instruments, but this is not mere banging. I must simply say that this one sounds hard to play, and Ruth Underwood is the best, as well as the loosest, marimba, vibes and xylophone player I know. Zappa in New York is a fine album, but probably only to hard-core Zappa fans like myself. The rest of you might find something you like in this album, but it's higr1y unlikely that you'll take a liking to the whole thing. Keep in mind that Frank Zappa's music is usually an acquired taste. I'm probably delirious right now simply by virtue of the of his music I have absorbed over the past four yearso The fact is, most people don't like him or his music. But who could honestly say he's boring? Freak Out, We're Only In It For The Money & Uncle Meat Otz7Jrih !{ 111 D''J1f_ I 5 I \1


A Veiled Serenade Being hot with wine he could have questioned anything: (heat blown from liquor, hot blood love) but he stayed so sacred. lie could have nanwd guns, but his stomach would not have it: blood pulp and guilt never sleep right again. lnstead, he chose good verse and more Wine and left me no choice. "Scrutiniz-:: ne, Philip, till morning blows in and shrouds are lifted," I displayed the blade; I offered him the chance. already have the chance," he said. Gi ve me the right.w His curls were demons, his eyes like dancing women in Spain. 11! give you nothing. Take what you can get away with, drunkard." Taking patient time with no sense of rhythm, he swung hard, stinging my small face burning; his eyes breaking like white Pacific waves; his hands never leaving his side. 11You think I m joking, n he said straight ahead. ttLGt me reassure you. The joke will not soothe your bones, nor will I bring you laughter.w Phil Lumsden Burnt Daylight Dark Yellow glase .dissolves the window pan drlps down e on the hand at the desk webs the fingers the moons of the nails the palm's hollow holds the pen a Sixth finger slides over the wrist and fixes it to the paper. an insect caught in amber. Julie Herrod


apo ogies to Andrea Ginsky & ChaJ les Tredwe 1. I didn't have enough time or space to include your th:sweek. It will appear in our next ssue. Dear Reader, This week's Byzantium was a bitch to put out, but tJanks to the contributors we got out on -H.S.G. S. Guggenheim -Editor J lie Herrod Greg Vickers Kim Keene Terry Sullivan John Dwyer Stacey Forest Virce Koloski Carol Duval Phil Lumsden Larry Lewack -Contributors The views expressed in this magazlne belong to no one. They are all dreams and therefore can not be as evidence in a court of Law. r 1 1 i I i ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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