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picture this: eyelids taped back, hooked up to apparatus which inserts eyedrops at regular intervals, allows the minimum of blinking, that is to say none, which saves minutes over the course of a day; so that you may digest it all... coetzee, beckett and kafka - no more allegories! you cry - and the synthesized tears run down your face in rapture (in joy!) as you sink into imagined space and dissappear quietly alone.