The Man in the Grey Suit
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"Nothing that is baseless can be allowed to exist."
"But since when did the clear report of one's senses become invalid? This child is right here, can't you see him? There he goes running again, barely avoiding a nasty fall as he takes an unwise step. He gasps as he realises what happened. Can't you hear him gasp?
No, you cannot. You cannot hear him because the authorities do not recognise his existence."
"I often wonder, did they foresee or plan us anyhow? This equivalence of proof and being, this omniscient bureaucracy we have today?"
"There is no way to tell the entrance of this room from the exit."
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