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Summer after summer it was the same. As soon as the tall Herr Professor arrived at the Baltic seaside for his vacation, he began to pace the beach methodically, studying the terrain. Then, in coveralls, armed with an enormous shovel, he started to dig. Hour after hour, day after day, he labored, heaping up the sand in a big, flat-topped pyramid some twelve feet square, the sides banked at just the right angle to avoid cave-ins, the corners smoothed to knife-edge symmetry, a system of ditches carefully plotted to drain off the...
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