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Kenneth lay on the floor he knew not how long. At last he awakened to the realization that his telephone was ringing furiously.
Subconsciously he was aware of the fact that it had been ringing for some time. He lay there and let it ring. Telephone -- office -- house -- profession -- life itself -- all seemed vague and nebulous phenomena remote from his existence far from him and as uninteresting to him as life on Mars.