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There was only one small window in Trilling's office. But I could see / that the sky outside was still bright with stars, and the glimmer of / the ceiling lamp made the metal surface above us seem to fall away and / dissolve into a much wider expanse of star-studded space.
The ceiling-mirrored image of the lamp itself looked like the Sun, / blazing in noonday brightness directly overhead and out beyond were / galaxies and super-galaxies strung like beads on a wire across the / great curve of the universe.