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‘—burn through the book at 20 pages per second—his body lightening—coming back to life inch by inch—The cigarette scorches a black-rimmed hollow right through Songs of Chu, like a creature burrowing through—He picks up the now numberless book & looks through the hole at the next book on the shelf—Bai Juyi’s Collected Works. The phone rings—he thinks about the Cao Zhi line, ‘Such sorrowful wind on this high terrace.’’