The Shadow of War

“We can all expect that our next step shall lead to a next step by the Soviets. In that event, it is the fourth and fifth steps that we should all be worried about, because by that time none of us will be around.”

JFK’s presidency is off to a… start. Dismissed as a greenhorn who has no idea what he’s up to, he’s just had to eat crow on the national stage after admitting to the fiasco that was the Bay of Pigs invasion. Sure, it was the CIA who dropped the ball — they were probably distracted by murdering children in the third world somewhere — but it’s JFK who has to take the blame,. When new crises arrive, he’s determined to prove he’s man enough for the challenge. Kruschev, who came to power the dirty way, knows he has to deliver results to maintain his standing in the Party — and that means asserting the Soviet Union’s interests in an aggressive way. Although the Berlin issue put things on edge — American and Russian troops eying one another nervously, any misinterpretation of intentions a possible spark for global war — photographs have just come across his desk that indicate the Russians are building missile bases a stone’s throw from Florida. Kennedy and Kruschev are both staring down one another, but also the firebrands within their ranks who insist that things need to be pushed further — chests to be beaten harder, flags waved with more ferocity. It’s a matter of honor, neveremind that it would lead to the Earth being reduced to a smoking, glowing cinder.

Having not experienced the Cuban missile crisis except through fiction (most memorably, in Mr. Feeny’s lecture on it in Boy Meets World), I don’t know how well Shaara captures the growing tension of those days. Certainly tension is increasingly present in this book, especially when a ship is being confronted by the US Navy with intent to board it, and again when a recon plane is shot down over Cuba just as things are at their most tense. What detracts from this is that 90% of the book is dialogue: JFK and RFK talking to one another and their advisors, Krushev talking (or arguing) with his advisors. I’m fairly certain this book has Shaara’s most high-profile viewpoint characters to date, with only token contributions from non-world leaders. A college professor gives us intermittent civilian takes on the growing crisis, and during the blockade we step aboard the USS Joseph P. Kennedy, facing down an approaching freighter and knowing there’s a Soviet sub on the way. The book has obvious relevance today, amid growing American participation in a war inaugurated by Russia aggressively pushing back against what it perceives as aggression. In Kruschev’s day, that was missiles in Turkey, aimed at it: today it’s a coup-installed regime in Ukraine supported by the NATO powers. I appreciated that Shaara gave the Russians a voice here, and allows Kennedy to realize that yes, missiles in Cuba are a bit like missiles in Turkey, and instead of shoving knives at people’s throats and expecting them to cower, we should back up, have a drink, and look for a solution that doesn’t involve expanding the war.

In short, The Shadow of War was enjoyable if not captivating. The heavy role of conversation (again, 90% of the book) kept it from being as exciting as his more conventional war stories. It opened my eyes to some things I hadn’t appreciated, like the Berlin crisis. Shaara opens and closes with nonfiction brackets that introduce the context and look at the later ramifications, though, which makes it extremely accessible to readers who don’t know much or anything about the crisis.

Related:
The Lunar Missile Crisis, Rhett C. Bruno & Jaime Castle. JFK in space.
Star Trek: Brinkmanship.
The Cuban Missile crisis in space.

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Science fiction book bingo?

Today while visiting a new-to-me blog, Dragon Rambles, I saw a link to a bookish game called Science Fiction Book Bingo. It’s a bit like a scavenger hunt or a reading challenge.

Now, what can I claim?

Small Beginnings: Start a series. The Eighth Continent, Bruno & Castle. May use this one for Better Together, actually.
Beep Boop: A book with a robot or AI: Shelli, David Brode.
Good Things Come in Small Packages. The Downloaded, Robert Sawyer. 183 pages.
All Tied Up: a tie-in novel. Plan 9 from Outer Space.
You are Here: A book with a location in the title. Lunar Missile Crisis.

Based on my current & planned reading, I’m pretty sure I can knock out the fifth column.

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Plan 9 from Outer Space: Ed Woods attacks!

I love watching strange science fiction movies from the fifties and sixties, especially the B+ movies with outlandish costuming, strange set design, and bizarre characters. Ed Woods’ Plan 9 from Outer Space delivered all those in spades, along with genre confusion (we have aliens, but let’s add some vampires, too!), transparent physical effects, and some of the worst line deliveries in human history. For those who have somehow missed this cinematic misasterpiece, the movie involves a group of aliens attempting to contact the Earth to tell them not to weaponize a new element, because it will lead to the entire universe blowing up. Because Earthers don’t seem to be hearing their messages, the aliens are now resurrecting the dead to force Earth governments to acknowledge them. Plan 9 from Outer Space is Bret Nelson’s attempt to turn the convoluted plot into a coherent story, while at the same time papering over the movie’s visual inconsistencies and general weirdness. To this end, he’s largely successful, though given the raw materials there’s not a great deal he could do. This book is aimed at fans of the movie, who love its campy awfulness and who will take special pleasure in spotting the parts of the novel that are doing their damnest to make the story work. The stilted dialogue between the aliens and humans, for instance, is explained by the fact that there are multiple layers of translation involved, and that the human translation machine is a rickety prototype: similarly, dramatic changes in the time of day between scenes is handwaved by characters losing track of time, or things simply becoming mysteriously darker in the presence of an alien spacecraft. This isn’t a real explanation, more of a handwave, but if this story were completely rewritten to be sensible, it wouldn’t be fun at all. Of course, the switch in mediums does some work by itself: human dialogue that sounds dreadful on screen because of its delivery can be prettied up in the mind of the reader: in our heads, the intonation and cadence are up to us! I enjoyed Nelson’s treatment of Plan 9: it covers up some of the worst seams of the original while not completely transforming it into something unrecognizable. I would definitely recommend watching the movie first to most appreciate Nelson’s glow-up work.

Disclosure: I was provided a copy of this via Booksirens in exchange for a fair review. The book will be released in October. Will you be prepared for…..Grave Robbers from Outer Space?!

Related:
Before Plan 9: Plans 1-8 from Outer Space, various authors

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Top Ten Authors I Want Another Book Out of

Today’s TTT is authors we’d like another book from, either because they’ve stopped writing series or they’ve inconveniently died. But first, a tease!

Hurtling back to town, in a red Porsche driven by a beautiful woman, with the song playing, I had the sense of standing on the brink of another world. I recognized the feeling, which, if anything, became stronger as the rain started falling and the convertible roof malfunctioned so we were unable to raise it. It was the same feeling that I had experienced looking over the city after the Balcony Meal, and again after Rosie had written down her phone number. Another world, another life, proximate but inaccessible. (The Rosie Project)

“What about this part at the end?” he said, then read aloud. “‘Can your heart stand the shocking facts about grave robbers from outer space?’ That’s monster movie stuff. His credibility flies out the window.” (Plan 9 from Outer Space)

(1) Neil Postman. Postman was a critic of how technological shaped society around itself, often to destructive ends: would that he were alive to witness what cellphones and social media have done to us! Reading Postman at an early age is why I didn’t buy a smartphone until 2017.

(2) Bernard Cornwell’s Copperhead series. He wrote three novels about a northern lad who found himself fighting in the Confederate army during the American Civil War, hired to guard a wealthy man’s son.

(3) Carl Sagan. Sagan would have been thrilled to witness the landing of the Curiosity rover and the James Webb telescope, and I have to wonder what the author of The Demon Haunted World would have made of internet-driven nonsense.

(4) Isaac Asimov. Asimov wrote about everything under the rainbow. I’m sure he’d be amazed to see the way computers & AI have grown since his death in 1992.

(5) C.S. Lewis. As with Postman, his thoughts on how society has changed so radcially would be interesting.

(6)) Will and Arial Durant. Autthors of magisterial The Story of Civilization series, comprehensive histories of different eras that covered art, politics, society, economics, intellectual life, etc. They stopped at The Age of Napoleon.

(7) Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. A writer of urban fantasy, Atwater-Rhodes published her first novel In the Forests of the Night at age 15. She may be the reason I know “The Tyger”. The books I’ve read by her have all concerned vampires.

(8) Natalia Sanmartin Fenollera, whose lovely The Awakening of Ms. Prim charmed me with its mix of philosophy and cozy village conversation.

(9) Anita Amirrezvani, who has written two historical fiction novels set in Persia. They both incorporated Persian poetry and literature into them, introducing me to the Shahnameh

(10) . S.E. Hinton. She actually wrote a novel for adults fifteen+ years or so ago. I loved her teen books growing up.

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SHELLI

Jake August is a young agent of Homeland Security who has just been welcomed into a special subsection devoted to investigating crimes committed by replican- errr, synthetics. Synths have been integrated into society as intelligent, humanoid tools oriented toward a particular purpose, and it appears that one of them has just crushed the heart of a US senator — quite literally. A synth shouldn’t be able to perpetuate deliberate murder: at most, his new department has dealt with synths which were malfunctioning because of technical issues — like a cleaning synth deciding that the easiest way to keep the house clean was to remove the elements (i.e. the humans) that kept cluttering it up. And yet, as August and his new partner Shelli (named for Mary Shelley, naturally) discover, this latest murder was no accident. The senator was investigating the unsanctioned manufacture of experimental synths whose functionality went far beyond those approved by regulation, and it appears someone wanted her out of the picture August has never even fired a gun before, but now he’s a field agent who will soon be in trouble well over his head.. The deeper the investigation goes, the more trouble Shelli and August find for themselves — and that trouble is coming from behind them, too, because higher ups in the government aren’t too enthused about the direction things are going, and as the story develops Jake has the sense that he can’t trust anyone — perhaps not even Shelli, for whom her Purpose is more important than anything else, like the law. What begins as a detective story with a cool premise turns into a techno action thriller that touches on themes like technohumanism and distributed intelligences. Given Shelli’s attributes — a machine-logical mind and a physical form that is arrestingly attractive– I immediately voiced her with Jeri Ryan, and I have a strong suspicion that Brode was drawing on her Seven of Nine, as well: she has two lines[*] that are word-for-word repeats of Seven’s dialogue. Granted, it could be a coincidence, but I choose to believe Brode is a major Trekkie and working in subtle references. This was a cool find: not groundbreaking conceptually, but it’s a fun action thriller in a SF setting.

Coming up: the Cuban missile crisis and a romantic memoir as though written by Sheldon Cooper.

Related:
Caves of Steel, The Naked Sun, Robots of Dawn, Isaac Asimov. Very different era & tone, but this also features a human-android pairing, Elijah Baley and R.Daneel Olivaw. Listened to a superb audio drama based on it back in college.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Phillip K. Dick. Human detective tracking replicants.
Upgrade, Blake Crouch. Also touches on transhumanist themes.

[*] “I am undamaged,” and “Doctor, I require your assistance.”

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Amy ain’t no spice girl

“I don’t write songs to be famous. I write songs because I have to. I have to make something good out of something bad.”

Back in 2004 or 2005 I heard NPR reviewing a new album, “Frank”, and after hearing samples from it I immediately became a fan of its creator, Amy Winehouse. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t resonate with any of the themes in her music — I’d never fallen in love at that point, never yet had my heart broken, never been used, etc. But I was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the music, and I’ve listened to her avidly since. Tonight I watched the biopic of her life, framed by the relationship that drove her toward self-destruction (literally: she died at age 27 in 2011), and was thoroughly impressed. Marisa Abela nails her accent, costumes, and mannerisms on stage, and I say this as someone who has probably spent more hours watching her video performances than is healthy. (When it comes to certain artists, like Amy, Rachael Price, and Morgan Wade, it’s not enough to listen to them sing: I want to see them sing, to see the emotions playing on their eyes and faces and body language.) In scenes that are more creative, Abela proves several times to be a powerful emotive actress, especially when singing about a lost love in the face of her husband declaring to her that they were codependent and he was moving on. There were some great shots, most notably the last one which I won’t mention because fans of Amy know perfectly well what happens when that beautiful songbird is ascending into golden light and she’s going upstairs, her broken for the last and fatal time. Anyway, if you like Amy or music at all, go give it some love. I was one of two people in the theater during my showing, and the other was there at my invitation. Anyway, here’s the real McCoy — the song whose sound made me immediately begin looking for more of her. Planning on reading Amy Winehouse in Her Own Words soon.

Oh, and here’s her last writer Mark Ronson doing kinda of a tribute to her:

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Breaking Point: Beating Hitler with Spits and math

Britain, late summer 1940. Jerry plans to pay southern England a visit, and Johnny Shaux and the other boys in the RAF intend on giving him a warm reception. Breaking Point is an unusual and fascinating fictional take on the Battle of Britain, telling the story from two points of view: first, we have the airman’s point of view through the eyes of Johnny Shaux, a cynical soldier who feels he has nothing to live for, but rises through the ranks thanks to talent and the fact that so many young pilots are dying; and second, through quasi-civilian eyes in the form of Eleanor Rand, a mathematician who is attempting to apply the insights of John van Neumann to create a strategic model for the RAF that will allow them to stage assets for maximum effectiveness, not only day by day but hour by hour. With Johnny, we’re getting ground-and-Spitfire level takes. We’re living in the mud with him at an emergency field, ascending into the skies and surrounded by fear and the unknown as much as the glass canopy: we see friends die and wonder if it’s worth it, if all this death is just delaying the inevitable. Eleanor, meanwhile, is consorting with increasingly higher ranks of the British command, at one point even meeting the prime minister and discovering that yes, he really does talk that way. Johnny and Eleanor were both math(s) students in their early years, and their unexpected reunion leads to feelings slowly simmering — in fact, neither of them will admit their obvious feelings for one another until Battle of Britain day, an epic engagement in which Britain loses many young men — including Shaux, seemingly. Having recently read a BoB novel, this seemed old hat at first, but Eleanor’s role gave the book a fresh twist, allowing readers to experience some of her mathematical reasoning and struggles to work with officers to convert it into strategic planning. The book delivers a good view of the misery and fear of those fighting, but also of their resilience and adaptability: at one point the boys pay a visit to a racing ground that is closed for the war, and — upon realizing that its buildings would be quite useful on their base, lead to them disassembling it and creating for themselves a home a little more substantial than tents. The writing was solid on the whole, my only kvetch being at the very beginning when one officer explained to another officer just why the air battle is important. Obviously, this is an explanation meant for the extremely casual reader, and it seems a little forced, but that’s a very petty complaint, and I plan on reading more of this series.

But for the moment there were no 109s, and he could sit all alone, high on his Spitfire, reveling in the way it freed him from the earthbound chains of mere mortals, soaring as on wings like eagles, as the Bible said. The awesome power of the twelve-cylinder Merlin before him, twenty-seven liters of engineering perfection, propelling him through the sky … The elegant wings, each square foot lifting twenty pounds of aircraft in defiance of gravity … One of the fastest, and arguably the best, aircraft in the world … Who could ask for more?

“You must be here to perpetuate one of the three great lies of modern civilization.” He definitely reminded her of Rawley. “I beg your pardon?” “There are three great lies. One is ‘The cheque is in the post.’ The second cannot be repeated to a lady. The third great lie is ‘I’m from headquarters; I’m here to help.’

His long conversations with Eleanor at Oxford—in truth her long monologues in which she had poured out her soul and he had listened— had emphatically not been a waste of breath. They had been a glimpse into somebody else’s soul, a bridge to the rest of humanity. If she was coming to Oldchurch and hoping to talk to him, then the future, at least the immediate future, was worth living for.

Why didn’t he just tell Eleanor he loved her and take his chances? How could he lead 339 through enemy formations without a qualm but be unable to summon up the courage to confess his adoration?

She chuckled; she must be the only girl in England trying to decide whether she loved a man by applying the general theory of relativity.

“I … I’ll do my best, sir.”
“As shall we all, Mrs. Rand, as shall we all, with gathering skill and might, until, in the fullness of time, Herr Hitler and his monstrous ménage lie choking in their own vile excrement.” He really does talk that way, she thought as Churchill stood to wish her goodbye.

“So, if we put up with this, we’ll win?” Strictly speaking, Eleanor thought, according to minimax theory, if we put up with this, we won’t lose, but still…
“Yes, we’ll win.”

Coming up: Android bladerunners & the Cuban Missile Crisis

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Hit Refresh (it’s the F5 key)

When I first began using computers in the late 1990s, Microsoft was establishing itself as The Establishment — a successor to IBM, becoming the uncool behemoth. It wasn’t quite there yet, but it would be there soon. A few years ago, though, I noticed a change: Microsoft was becoming interesting again, and it seemed to owe to its most recent (and still current) CEO, Satya Nadella. Fortunately for my curiosity, Nadella had written a book on Microsoft’s embrace of the next phase of computing and delivers it in Hit Refresh, which has some biographical elements (in the bootloader, if you will) but which is largely about the change in Microsoft’s culture as it began pivoting away from self-contained products and embracing the twinned promises of Cloud and AI — twinned because Cloud could provide the data AI worked with to make predictions which would then benefit Cloud services. This embrace was crucial, Nadella writes, because Microsoft had missed several busses: Windows 95 was a computer released without any serious consideration of the World Wide Web which would explode as a presence around the same time, and the rocketing appeal of smartphones had been a similarly not-anticipated opportunity. By the time Microsoft got its act together and began producing artful devices like the Lumia, the market for smartphone users was being sewn up.

Some of the business-oriented stuff struck me as rather generic — having a solid vision for what you want to achieve, focus on inclusion, be open to collaboration, etc — but I enjoyed learning about the Microsoft-specific examples. The aggressive and open mindset appears to be working, given that Microsoft has double Google’s marketshare in cloud (though both are well behind Amazon) , and more significantly that it stole a march on Google with its AI acquisition. Bard is still less functional than Copilot, though I prefer Google’s interface. (For some reason Copilot won’t respond if you don’t keep its tab open, and it provides information line-by-line like the user is standing in front of some teletype.) The bits on AI will interest current readers most, given that Nadella alludes to uses of it that we’re now seeing happen, like AI integration with Microsoft 365. I enjoyed Nadella as an author, and learning that he has two children with developmental difficulties greatly increased my respect for him and his wife Anu, who must make an incredible team. Given how quickly the tech industry moves, Nadella’s changes have passed into history — with predictions made manifest, and some new projects now shelved — but this was an enjoyable look into Microsoft getting its groove back, and I was struck by how earnest and emphatic Nadella was.

Related:
Gates: How Microsoft’s Mogul Reinvented an Industry, Stephen Manes

Coming up: Beating Hitler with Spitfires and math: a love story. (Maybe. There’s no romance yet, but the Spitfire pilot and the mathematician went to school together, and he constantly thinks of her and she of him, so it’ll probably happen.)

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Reacting to ReaderRank

I recently noticed a thing called “ReaderRank” while browsing Booksirens for ARCs, and after connecting it to goodreads was amused to find my reviewing being…reviewed.

According to it, I am a ‘lenient’ reviewer because my average review is 4 stars. This is in part because I’m very picky about the books I read: I check out reviews and read samples before committing. I also only rank books I’ve read, unlike many of the trolls on goodreads and amazon who one-star books they’ve never read because they don’t like the book’s author/perspective/etc, and do the reverse for those they favor.

This is a little fun. I constantly get notifications from Google about Riding Rockets, which if I read today I would probably be a little kinder to given that I’ve ‘met’ Mullane in various astronaut memoirs and now appreciate him as more than the hormone-addled jock he comes off as in the book. I barely remember The Astral, and had to check out my review of it to remind myself of the story. I knew a hotel was involved and that was about it. The Tehran Initiative is presumably ‘overrated’ because the people reading it agreed with its warhawk stance re: Iran, not to mention the Left Behind-esque religious nature.

Now this I don’t understand at all: there are few people who can rival my nonfiction variety, something I say with as much humility as I can muster. Admittedly, my fiction reading is very siloed into historical and science fiction, so perhaps that combined with very generic nonfiction categorization is causing this weird summation.

Evidently I’ve read a book as short as 32 pages (has to be one of Amazon’s Warmer or Forward story collections), a book over a thousand pages (Will Durant or Brothers Karamazov), and prefer reading books in the late ’90s, 2000s, and early 2010s. Not a surprise, there: those would be most of the years I’ve been a living reader! Considering that I typically buy books used if I can find them in a library, there’s obviously a skew toward older books I can find cheap.

If you use ReaderRank, does it strike you as accurate?

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Top Ten Recentish Kindle Highlights

The Tuesday tease:

“Are you busy with something?” said the Major. “You can always call another time, when your paperwork is finished.”
“No, no, it’s just a final deal book I have to read—make sure all the decimal points are in the right place this time,” said Roger. “I can read and chat at the same time.”
“How efficient,” said the Major. “Perhaps I should try a few chapters of War and Peace while we talk?”

Today’s TTT is “favorite book quotes”, which…no. I have seventeen years of posts here, with quotes scattered between book reviews, kindle highlights, image captions, etc. I couldn’t even restrict my favorite C.S. Lewis quotes to ten, nevermind all of them. So, I’m going to share ten Kindle highlights from the last year.

The world is full of small ignorances,” said a quiet voice. Mrs. Ali appeared at his elbow and gave the young woman a stern look. “We must all do our best to ignore them and thereby keep them small, don’t you think?” (Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand)

Three months ago RAF Oldchurch had been a collection of sheep pastures surrounding a meandering stream. One of the meadows had doubled as the village cricket field; a local rule gave an extra run to any batsman who struck a sheep, and four runs if the sheep fell over. (Breaking Point: A Novel of the Battle of Britain)

But the chapel of the Tower of London has a register that makes chilling reading. The clerk obviously got bored with laboriously copying out ‘hanged, drawn and quartered’ time after time, so he abbreviated it to ‘h d q’. (Elizabeth’s London)

In a well-known passage from Milan Kundera’s 1979 novel The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, one character says that “the first step in liquidating a people . . . is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.” (Breaking Bread with the Dead)

Kavanaugh describes it best: “In a culture of lived atheism and the enthroned commodity . . . the practicing Christian should look like a Martian. He or she will never feel fully at home in the commodity kingdom. If the Christian does feel at home, something is drastically wrong.” (Dangerous Passions, Deadly Sins: Learning from the Psychology of Ancient Monks)

Placing undue importance on your emotions is a little like stepping onto a swivel chair to reach something on a high shelf. Emotions are likely to skitter out from under you, casters and all. Worse, attending to our feelings often causes them to intensify. Leading kids to focus on their emotions can encourage them to be more emotional. (Bad Therapy: Why the Kids Aren’t Growing Up)

In the eighties, when the prevailing wisdom was that American cities were full of gangs, drugs, homeless people who raped joggers, joggers who raped the homeless, and Satanists who sat around sacrificing children and playing Dungeons & Dragons, the narrative of many a film was “moving out to the country” to get away from all the danger. But we knew what the movies did not: that the country was much worse. We had no Satanists, but we did have tractors and hay balers, which I am pretty sure killed more children during that same period than Satan ever could. Drownings, snakebites, sharpened hatchets, antler impalings, alligators, hunting accidents, runaway pulpwood trucks barreling down gravel roads: Every week, we had a new disfiguring injury to report. (The World’s Largest Man)

Thus you can do the quasi-mechanical thing, and compel children to go to school, but you cannot compel them to do the human thing, which is to learn. Or if you can compel some measure of learning — holding above their heads the threat of tests — you cannot compel the love of learning, because love, by its very nature, cannot be compelled but can only be given in freedom. (The Lies of of Our Time)

Do you see? A novel is teachable when it gives the teacher a lot to talk about besides the novel. That’s the ideal. Because, with really good literature, the author says everything there is to say. That’s why he’s the author, and you’re not. You can’t teach a good novel; you just read it. (The Reactionary Mind)

We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. (The Weight of Glory)

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