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Like
drops
within
the
Social
River
,
Oh
,
make
us
now
together
run
As
swiftly
as
thy
shining
Flivver
.
"
Twelve
yearning
stanzas
.
And
then
the
loving
cup
was
passed
a
second
time
.
"
I
drink
to
the
Greater
Being
"
was
now
the
formula
.
All
drank
.
Tirelessly
the
music
played
.
The
drums
beat
.
The
crying
and
clashing
of
the
harmonies
were
an
obsession
in
the
melted
bowels
.
The
Second
Solidarity
Hymn
was
sung
.
"
Come
,
Greater
Being
,
Social
Friend
,
Annihilating
Twelve
-
in
-
One
!
We
long
to
die
,
for
when
we
end
,
Our
larger
life
has
but
begun
.
"
Again
twelve
stanzas
.
By
this
time
the
soma
had
begun
to
work
.
Eyes
shone
,
cheeks
were
flushed
,
the
inner
light
of
universal
benevolence
broke
out
on
every
face
in
happy
,
friendly
smiles
.
Even
Bernard
felt
himself
a
little
melted
.
When
Morgana
Rothschild
turned
and
beamed
at
him
,
he
did
his
best
to
beam
back
.
But
the
eyebrow
,
that
black
two
-
in
-
one
–
alas
,
it
was
still
there
;
he
couldn
’
t
ignore
it
,
couldn
’
t
,
however
hard
he
tried
.
The
melting
hadn
’
t
gone
far
enough
.
Perhaps
if
he
had
been
sitting
between
Fifi
and
Joanna
.
.
.
For
the
third
time
the
loving
cup
went
round
;
"
I
drink
to
the
imminence
of
His
Coming
,
"
said
Morgana
Rothschild
,
whose
turn
it
happened
to
be
to
initiate
the
circular
rite
.
Her
tone
was
loud
,
exultant
.
She
drank
and
passed
the
cup
to
Bernard
.
"
I
drink
to
the
imminence
of
His
Coming
,
"
he
repeated
,
with
a
sincere
attempt
to
feel
that
the
coming
was
imminent
;
but
the
eyebrow
continued
to
haunt
him
,
and
the
Coming
,
so
far
as
he
was
concerned
,
was
horribly
remote
.
He
drank
and
handed
the
cup
to
Clara
Deterding
.
"
It
’
ll
be
a
failure
again
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
I
know
it
will
.
"
But
he
went
on
doing
his
best
to
beam
.
