„It’s like music….far away music,‘ said the Mole nodding drowsily.

‚So I was thinking,’…….murmured the Rat, dreamful and languid.
‚Dance-music………………the lilting sort that runs on without a stop
…………….but with words in it, too…………………..it passes into words                               …………………………………..and out of them again…………………………………
I catch them at intervals…………then it is dance-music once more,
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and then………………….nothing but the reeds‘ soft thin whispering.“

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