Oh! Will-son-of-Eiseley. Well, that will be a hoot--reborn immacualately from the marriage of a tooth and a test-tube. He could start a religion!!

LH, all life seeks to bring order of its own sort. It's born in the bone, or the chitin, or whatever. It takes a heap of drinking to outweigh that deep-seated instinct. Order means survival, the Game of All Life in the Universe--make a pattern and make it survive. Even Tim Horton knows that!

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