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Each night I try to rip it off, to rip off my mind. To find the exact one or two fibers which will give me the novacaine I need, the stuff i've been looking for. And it's always kind of a neuron which lies exactly outside my brain, exactly at my ears; and which sings something which has already been sung before, which was already to say and for ever: 

And try to sing this without crying!! The world has just been told for ever!!