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He tries to stop but he can’t. He tries, he rubs convulsively at his head, he flings off his hat and he locks all his materials in a steamer trunk in his closet, binds them about with hardened chains, and seals the closet behind a wall of lead, but it doesn’t stop him.

He wakes one night to find himself half-started and he cannot help but finish.

He makes himself a crowning hat.

He makes himself a kether-hat.

He makes a hat to unleash the sacred flame.

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