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One day he woke up to find that nothing had changed.
It was the same bumming around on metal chairs with holes in them; the same furious, fervent scribbling on stolen white sheets of paper destined to be passed on in time; the same wishing that if ever there was a time history was in some way reflective of the future, this would be it; except the tension that had thickened the air previously had now given way to inevitability, the tremulousness replaced by anticipation, the self-admonishment and remonstrations gone, and in their place stood derring-do and resoluteness.

Here we go.