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The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering
octagonal tables that were scattered about the room, and set it
brilliantly illuminated. I sat in a low arm-chair nearest the
fire, and I drew this forward so as to be almost between the Time
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry,
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
misconception.'
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