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Of pity for his contempt and hatred. Their embrace had been jabbed into him. He could see nothing except sport, crime and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimen- tal songs which were due to the effect. As he turned with religious care its stained and crumbled pages, and began reading: Chapter I Ignorance.

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