Hello, is that gibbon research?, W. says when I pick up the phone. He tells me of his current woes, and asks me about mine. – 'Really! Is that what they're planning?', he says. 'You're doomed – dooooomed!' And what am I going to do about it? I should think about a dirty protest, W. says. A pre-emptive dirty protest, go on. Strip down and smear the walls with your shit. That'll show them.
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