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Have three new pains, I think they were pains, to add to the solemn LIST OF PAINS. But were they merely illnesses. And was it three pains? I think it may have been a bundle, travelling through me, tumbling as it went (the bundle) to show (me) a few qualities. Every pain is a demonstration. And a collaboration of demonstrations may serve enough to be known as one solitary illness. 


 Light, velocity, and a little meat. 


 Or we may say "supper"

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