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Two messengers have arrived at peep of day. The informant is from the land of Reality. The job’s post from the clime of dream. The informant says that Immortality is on the tip-toe of expectation to have me as its compeer. The job’s post says that my course is run. The King of terrors wants me to dine with him. To the former I say, “My soul will accompany you as my representative.” To the latter I say, “My abysmal vital will accompany you as my representative.”