Chapter 17 Heading
"Freder, who stood--a crumb of humanity--alone, in the hugeness of the round structure, heard the soft, deep, rushing howl, like the breath of the New Tower of Babel, growing louder and louder, clearer and clearer, and he saw, on turning around, that the empty cells of the Pater-noster were speeding more and more rapidly, more and more hurriedly, upwards and downwards."
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