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57 The Weight of the Encephalon My head hurts the way it hurts, weighing in at fifty-two ounces soaking wet. The pain weighs as much, just more than 3 pounds, rolling like a great round stone from floor to roof. Fifty-two ounces, an ounce for every card in the deck which I shuffle in my seeking. Thirteen ounces for every eight hours, during which I trace the topography with a match. ...

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