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He no longer turned his head. He panned it left and right. He
no longer walked toward the stage edge. He tracked. The blink of
his eyes became the click of a single frame. He blinked them quickly
and the audience became a flicker. His talking became a whirr and
his tongue turned to film feeding out of his face.
The gallery of his colleagues and the audience of his students
rose to their feet cheering his passion. The applause continued at
the reception arranged by his department.
“Very nice,” the chairman’s wife said, “very nice indeed. You
really should develop that film course my husband wants so much.
But come,” she said, arranging the knot of his tie, “you simply must
meet everyone.”
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