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At first nursing is a little disconcerting:he hears with puzzlementthe clicking castanets as neurons fire —the tuning of all instrumentsaligning for this orchestral ensemble.Then mouth-on-nipple chord is struckAnd warm, sweet milk flows through his mouthslides on his tongue, glissandos down.Ma ma ma ma — his rhythmic mouthing suck.One false note stabs his tummy, and he stops.