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Instead of lying on the couchI was shoveling snow — very light,very, very deep — falling intoa passage from Janet Malcolm.She is in a cave — very dark,very, very deep — reading Lacan.She cannot see. She finds your bookand hears tapping through the walls:Help (I am confusing her passagewith mine) is on the way!