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"There 1 was, with parents in evening clothes, in a fabulous chauffeur-driven carriage of gold. That was all a star-bunded fanatic needed to see.

'Who are you? Who are you?' she shouted at me. 'Are you a movie star?' I-I'm n-nobody,' I stammered.

'Nobody?' She was moving along with us, her face peering over the half-lowered window, growing suspicious of movie stars who high-hatted their fans.

'Are you sure? Do I know your name?' I shook my head. I-I'm not in the m-movies. I'm n-nobody j-just like you.' Still clinging to the coach, she turned around and shouted to the crowd pressing forward behind her. 'He says he's nobody!' Her voice rose. 'Just like us!' That was as close as I ever came to egalitarianism in Father's dream machine."

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