Bob wondered about the old man's [W. B. Yeats] morbidity as he uttered so clearly: “The emotion of multitude is the key to survival today. As long as people have that they can forget about death.” Then Bob was in a room and a short man in a white robe lay on a couch. His eyes were closed. A flower fell slowly out of his hand. And the phrase, “This Awareness indicates...,” started a sentence. The image faded and Bob looked into W. B. Yeats' eyes again.
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