I had a vision or flight of fancy today in Lie Groups, concerning people made of a dirty, off-ivory clay, powered by coal. One could see the dull reddish glow of it luminating up from their bellies when they opened their mouths. I had the notion that, when they needed more air to keep the coals burning suitably fiercely, a bellows might be inserted into their butts, and then worked vigorously.

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