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Poitevin woke up that day and was not surprised about it. In fact, Poitevin did not think anything of it at all, but nevertheless Poitevin was constantly thinking. Poitevin was not just thinking -- but thinking and rethinking and rethinking. Poitevin never turned off the TV. It went on all day and all night. There was no falling asleep without it, in silence. The quieter things got outside and around Poitevin, the louder things got inside Poitevin's head. The TV and Poitevin's head were in a continuous struggle. Without the TV, Poitevin could well have thought and rethought and thought and rethought and thought to the grave -- now that was something to think and rethink about! Poitevin did not mind what was on the TV. The channel was hardly ever changed, and |
Poitevin never paid much attention anyway. Poitevin kept away from books though. Books did not help. Poitevin's voice was still in Poit- evin's head with books. Poitevin tried reading aloud, but that just led to perplexity about Poitevin hearing Poitevin's own voice coming in from the outside, just like a newscaster on TV, except it was Poitevin's self. The perplexity just led to the same process: thinking and rethinking and thinking and rethinking and thinking… Who is this Poitevin character anyway? Perhaps Poitevin would be better served if left to introduce themselves. "Themselves"? Yes, Poitevin is indeed a single individual, but, as Poitevin had read on a quarter once right above the head of the majestic eagle, "E pluribus unum." And Poitevin thought and rethought that there was a lot of sense in that, but Poitevin was  |
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