I was upstairs typewriting a theme on something about philosophy. And I was completely engrossed, not thinking of anything but the theme, when all of a sudden in a most mysterious fashion there swept through my mind the idea: my grandmother has died. Now of course I exaggerate slightly, as you should in all such stories. I just sort of half got the idea for a minute.... Immediately after that the telephone rang downstairs. I remember this distinctly for the reason you will now hear.... It was for somebody else. My grandmother was perfectly healthy and there’s nothing to it. Now what we have to
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