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I am not sure if this has been said yet, but on the page that has this poem:
"Like one who, on a lonely road,
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round, walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."
The poem is by Coleridge's "Ancient Mariner". I am not sure if this helps at all.
::EDIT:: Has anybody figured out the username and password for Audition, Death of A Traveling Salesman yet?
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