Holmes: The Adventure of the Priory School

The canonical Holmes stories usually aren’t that difficult or even clever as mysteries. There are few clues for the reader to weigh and consider, as opposed to Holmes studying matters (sometimes literally) on the ground. Also, because these are short stories it’s not as though a full line-up of suspects can be introduced. So it’s usually obvious what is going on, with things made even more obvious by the way characters are presented. Of course some of this can be attributed to the fact that Watson is narrating, and he knows who the guilty parties are. They aren’t going to be presented in a good light, even in their initial appearance. That’s very much what happens here when we’re introduced to Mr. James Wilder, personal secretary to the Duke of Holdernesse: “He was small, nervous, alert, with intelligent, light-blue eyes and mobile features.”

“OK,” we say. “That’s the guy who did it.” I mean, what’s he so nervous about?

What Wilder did, specifically, is kidnap the legal heir to the Duke, a boy with the improbably noble name of Saltire. In heraldry and vexillology (the study of flags and their meaning) a saltire is a diagonal (or St. Andrew’s) cross. I’ve never heard of anyone being named Saltire, though Saltire is an English surname, deriving not from the heraldic symbol but from the profession of manufacturing or dealing in salt (that is, a “salter”).

Anyway, the boy has gone missing from the Midlands boarding school he’d been staying at and the headmaster, who has the improbably headmasterish name of Dr. Thorneycroft Huxtable, comes to London to enlist the help of Holmes. This Holmes does by the usual method of drawing precise conclusions from vague or slight physical clues. Instead of footprints we have tire tracks and hoofprints to be studied. Holmes can tell what direction a bicycle was going in from the impression left by its tires, the possibility of which is something scholars still debate. But all he really had to do was take a good look at Wilder as well as the Duke himself. Something is clearly not right with the Duke:

He was a tall and stately person, scrupulously  dressed, with a drawn, thin face, and a nose which was grotesquely curved and long. His complexion was of a dead pallor, which was more startling by contrast with a long, dwindling beard of vivid red, which flowed down over his white waistcoat, with his watch-chain gleaning through its fringe.

The word “grotesque” should trigger you, and the beard is the icing on the cake. Even though such full-length beards were the fashion around the time this story is set (possibly 1900 or 1901, according to most Holmesians), the clash between the vivid red beard and the white waistcoat is a remarkable image. “OK,” we say. “This guy is somehow involved in it.” And Holmes has no trouble fingering him for his involvement (the nature of which turns out to be something quite bizarre), while making sure in advance that Holmes is going to collect, in full, the reward money for finding the lost Saltire.

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Asterix and Cleopatra

Asterix and Cleopatra

Asterix and Cleopatra is one of the classic Asterix comics. Perhaps the best known and best loved. I’ll always cherish it for the scene where tiny Dogmatix jumps into Obelix’s arms and he says “Dogmatix! You nearly knocked me over!” This is funny because Dogmatix is so small and Obelix so big, but ever since, with all the dogs I’ve had, whenever they’ve come up to me for a hug I’ve always told them that they nearly knocked me over. That’s how tightly some throwaway line read in childhood can weave itself into your life.

Anyway, Asterix and Obelix, joined this time by Panoramix the village druid and the newly named Dogmatix, are off to a Cecil B. DeMille version of Egypt, where Cleopatra is having a torrid affair with Caesar. In an opening argument the Queen of the Nile makes a bet with Caesar that she can build a palace in only three months. In order to make this a reality her clueless court architect Edifis has to travel to Gaul and enlist the help of you-know-who. So once again we have the formula of a journey out and back (the pirates are thumped again, or rather scuttle their own ship rather than have to take a beating), ending up with a celebratory banquet back home. Along the way there’s a lot of local colour, from the imperial architecture (which I loved as a kid) to the clever way the Egyptians speak in hieroglyphics. These speech bubbles rhyme and even cross over with the always creative grawlixes, which aren’t just typographical characters but take the form of storm clouds and skulls.

As a comic it’s also very smart. You have to be on your toes to catch the jokes that are happening even in the margins. And then there all the Latin tags and historical winks. As Asterix is leaving he says to Cleopatra “If, one day, you want to build something else in Egypt, a canal between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean, for example . . . well, then call upon someone from our land, by Toutatis!” This is a nod to the fact that it was a French company that was in charge of building the Suez Canal in the 1850s. I think most readers, especially French readers (and we’re talking about children here), would have got that in 1965. Today I’d bet against that sort of general knowledge.

I don’t know if this is my favourite Asterix story, but it’s the one that first comes to mind whenever the subject of Asterix comes up. Not all of these comics have kept their glow over the years but this one has and it made me happy that I decided to revisit the whole series.

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Tales from the Crypt Volume 2

Tales from the Crypt Volume 2

In my notes on The Haunt of Fear Volume 2 I mentioned how EC editor Al Feldstein had written every one of the stories in the collection, as well as the “The Old Witch’s Niche” and the text-only shorts. I also mentioned how he was doing most of the writing for the other EC bi-monthly publications. At least he was for Tales from the Crypt, because he again gets sole writing credit for all 24 of the comics in this volume and probably wrote all the short stories as well, though these are uncredited.

“So,” as I said in that earlier review, “if there are some duds in the mix here, or the action starts to follow a formula, are you surprised?” You certainly shouldn’t be. And I wasn’t. There are a number of recurring EC horror archetypes. Reduced to its most basic elements a classic EC horror story features a murder for gain with the victim returning from the grave (sometimes after being buried alive) in order to exact a gruesome revenge on their killer.

I think that synopsis might describe two-thirds of all the horror stories EC published. Now Feldstein did his best to add little twists. Like the first story here being about a man coming back from the dead, except it’s told in the second person. But there are few real surprises. Riffing on a Poe story is to be expected, and that it’s the less well-known “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” doesn’t change things up much. Nor is it that big a twist when a developer disturbs an ancient Indian burial mound and the spirits thus released come back from the dead to scalp him.

If I wanted to be really critical I’d also focus in on the letters in “The Crypt-Keeper’s Corner.” I thought that very few, if any, of these were real. They read like plugs for the very comics you’re reading. And the constant pitching from the three GhouLunatics to buy their pictures got a little wearing.

These caveats in place, I still enjoyed all of this. I liked the in-jokes and odd bits of humour in the background (like the ship the honeymooners are on being the S. S. Pinafore), as well as all the contemporary historical details. I think having a television in your living room in 1951 meant you were pretty well off, for example. Or the Black Widow murderer having to buy seven funeral wreaths for a total of $14 and leaving the florist muttering “Fourteen dollars! The beast . . .” I looked it up and a basic funeral wreath today will run you around $200. I guess that’s inflation. And there was one language reference I had to look up, when a pair of cops examining the body of a murdered husband refer to him as a “poor old gink.” “Gink” isn’t a word that’s encountered much nowadays, but it does, or did, have the meaning of a foolish or unfortunate person. I’ve never heard it used before.

But my favourite story was the one with two medical students who need a dead body to study anatomy on, or else they’ll never be able to graduate! Corpses are expensive you see, and aren’t covered by their lab fees. So of course they decide to dig a freshly-buried one up. But they can’t dig it up themselves, even though they’ll both be present at the exhumation, so they have to enlist the help of Clem, “the rather stupid college handyman.” This leads to further problems, as you might expect, but I just laughed at the notion of the two students being unable to dig up a fresh grave by themselves and needing to pay a general labourer the whopping sum of five dollars to do it for them while they watch. I mean, Feldstein needed Clem to deliver the punchline at the end of the story but it’s still funny how useless the would-be doctors are.

So it’s another entertaining collection, though I wouldn’t recommend reading a lot of these all at once since EC horror was pretty much of a piece. Just dipping into them every now and then is the way to proceed.

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Holmes: The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist

Doyle himself wasn’t happy with “The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist” and I don’t think that’s a judgment many readers would disagree with. In his prefatory remarks Watson says he’s writing it up for public consumption because of “the ingenuity and dramatic quality of the solution,” but then immediately adds that it does “not admit of any striking illustration of those powers for which my friend was famous.” In fact, the main powers Holmes displays are his pugilistic skills, which he gets to use in a tussle in a pub. Otherwise, the detection is of the order of what Holmes notices when Violet Smith first comes to visit him. He immediately determines that she is a musician, as her “spatulate finger-ends” either come from typing or playing piano and “there is a spirituality about the face . . . which the typewriter does not generate.” Hoo-boy. Miss Smith is on firmer ground when she deduces that her employer has romance on his mind when he looks at her because, despite his being a gentleman, “a girl always knows.” I’d take that to the bank ahead of any noticing of spirituality in someone’s face.

It’s a wildly melodramatic plot, with a young couple’s path to matrimony being blocked by a sinister conspiracy hatched in a far-off land (South Africa in this instance). It’s remarkable how often Doyle returned to this same situation. Luckily for the young lady here the bad guys have a falling out, with the nice one (the gentleman) not being able to bear the thought of the ruffian “owning” Miss Smith. By which he means marrying her. I don’t think there’s any irony intended in that verb. That’s what putting a ring on it meant in 1903.

So there are the aforementioned fisticuffs. And some bicycle chases through the countryside. And one great exchange at the end:

“You’re too late. She’s my wife.”

“No, she’s your widow.”

His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley’s waistcoat.

Don’t worry, Woodley isn’t dead. But he’ll go to prison when he recovers. That comeback though should have been fatal.

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Trout: Bits & Bobs

Trout: Bits & Bobs

A dream, or nightmare, set in some fantasy realm where a little boy or large baby named Trout is cared for by an old man named Giuseppe Lint, head of the Lint Brothers’ Turnip Works.  Trout doesn’t speak but in the first story he has a repressed memory that comes to life and starts eating up an entire town. In the second story a traveling puppet-show monster steals the souls of all the town’s children and turns them into tadpoles.

I didn’t know what to make of the story. It really wasn’t my thing. I did like the art though (Troy Nixey both wrote and illustrated, so he takes praise and blame). There’s a spiral motif worked throughout, from the long sleeves of Trout’s pyjamas to Giuseppe’s handlebar moustache. The faces and figures of people and monsters (there’s no clear dividing line between them) are quite original and there’s no denying the unique world Nixey has conjured up, but it all feels a bit like an elaborate doodle. I gather Nixey really had his heart set on making movies anyway. I’m not sure how many more Trout comics he did but while I could appreciate some of this, there was enough of it here for me.

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Absolute Batman Vol. 2: Abomination

Absolute Batman Vol. 2: Abomination

The first part of the Absolute Batman series, The Zoo, ended with the Joker, reimagined as a psycho oligarch, calling in Bane to take care of Batman. So that’s what we’re all about here.

Just as a backgrounder, in this version of the Batman story Bruce Wayne isn’t a rich kid but a middle-class grinder with a penchant for working out, combat sports, and engineering. He has a set of childhood friends who he still plays poker with: Waylon Jones (Killer Croc), Eddie Nigma (the Riddler), Oswald Cobblepot (the Penguin), Harvey Dent (Two-Face), and Selina Kyle (Catwoman). None of them are bad guys (yet), or even much out of the ordinary, but this comic explains their transformation at the hands of Bane, who is himself an abomination. Specifically, Bane is a product of medical experimentation run by a bunch of secret Ark M labs headed by a Dr. Arkham, who is working under the Joker. He’s like the Bane we’re used to, but the Venom drug has made him super strong and given him crazy regenerative powers. Plus he’s big. Really big.

Even without his Venom power-ups I’d say he’s two or three times bigger than Batman (albeit with a pinhead because his noggin doesn’t grow along with the rest of his body). And as I said in my review of The Zoo, in this Absolute Batman universe Bruce Wayne is a total unit. How big is he? Well we get some precise measurements here when Batman is captured and Dr. Arkham and her staff start doing tests on him. He’s 6’9” and 421 pounds of pure muscle. Just for the sake of comparison, when he muscled up to play Jack Reacher the actor Alan Ritchson was 6’2” and 240 pounds. Those numbers are almost exactly the same as for Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was in his prime. So yeah, Bruce is way more muscularly developed than either of those guys. But Bane, when he goes into full Hulk mode, is ten times bigger than that. Seriously, he’s the size of a very large house. Which is also his weakness, because there’s only so much Venom a body can take.

The best thing about Abomination is that there are no more childhood flashbacks to Bruce and his superfriends. I hated those. What’s left is brutal action. This is a great comic but is it ever dark. For example, it kicks off with a nearly standalone episode where Batman fights Mr. Freeze. Or Victor Fries Jr. This was a good example of both the imaginative way Scott Snyder has rebuilt the pantheon and how disturbing the new bad guys are. You see, Victor Jr. was stricken with a fatal disease as a child so his scientist parents froze him until they could find a cure. This was not the pleasant cryo-sleep of science fiction though, but an endless agony.  “I felt everything. Every moment. And the pain . . . my god. Ice grinds and twists . . . The ice isn’t grace. It is fury. It’s reckoning.” So, with a new fetishization of pain and some other special powers Junior returns the favour on his parents by freezing them and a bunch of other Gotham luminaries in a kind of living death. He plans to freeze Bruce too, but Bruce escapes and turns into Batman so Fries thaws out his frozen zombies to fight for him. But Batman knocks them to pieces. Only they keep coming at him, “like they want” to be killed.

Put a pin in that, because later we encounter the grotesquely cruel experiments of Dr. Arkham at the secret Ark M sites. When Bruce gets loose from his cell in one of these he encounters some of the deformed monstrosities that have been created and they ask him to help them. When he says he doesn’t know how they ask him to “make it ssstop.” Help them escape? Make the experiments stop? Or put an end to their suffering by killing them? I think it’s the latter, because when when Waylon Jones, now transformed into Killer Croc, helps Batman escape, he asks Batman to “save” him by killing him, begging Batman to put him out of his misery. That’s just the kind of world we’re in here. And then there’s the final fate of Bane, which is more endless torture, pain and suffering. Dark.

I mentioned this is the volume where the childhood gang of friends become supervillains, which comes about due to their being captured by Bane. So Oswald Cobblepot has nearly every bone in his body broken without damaging any vital organs. If he lives, a doctor tells Bruce, he’ll be two feet shorter with deformed hands and feet. Enter the Penguin, eventually. Meanwhile, Harvey Dent has had half his face burned off and Edward Nigma has had his skull ripped open and Venom fed into it, turning him into a supergenius (but still not a bad guy yet). The only one of the gang who doesn’t get done in is Selena Kyle, who Bruce is hooking up with. He also calls her “Se” and I wasn’t sure when reading that how it was meant to be pronounced. She’s a supersexy bobblehead (even sexier in the variant covers) who, along with Killer Croc and the Riddler, helps Batman take down Bane.

I won’t give away how Bane is finally defeated because it was both surprising and a really good fit with the story, bringing together a bunch of different parts of the plot. Like I say, this is a great comic. But dark, even for the Dark Knight.

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Drew: The Bungalow Mystery

Apparently The Bungalow Mystery is something a bit different for a Nancy Drew mystery in that the 1960 revision (which I was reading) of the original 1930 edition made the plot considerably more complicated. I didn’t compare the two so I can’t say, but I did come away thinking this, the third book in the series, was the best so far and the first I actually enjoyed.

It’s a double plot. The first strand is introduced when Nancy and her BFF Helen Corning are caught in a storm while out boating. Apparently they don’t have lifejackets or any life preservers on board either, which is a lack of common sense and practicality that we don’t expect from Nancy.

When their boat sinks, however, Nancy and Helen are saved by another girl named Laura Pendleton, which leads to their soon getting involved in a mystery. Laura has been recently orphaned and things have been arranged for her to become the ward of a couple, the Aborns, who were friends of her mother but whom Laura has never met. Unknown to Laura, however, a pair of frauds have taken the place of the Aborns, looking to get their hands on Laura’s inheritance. Meanwhile, the second strand of the plot has to do with Nancy’s dad, lawyer Carson Drew, investigating the theft of some securities from a local bank. You won’t be surprised to learn that these two crimes are connected.

Nancy’s investigation of the phoney foster family is what we spend most of our time on, and I found this part of the story quite compelling. It reminded me of the M. Night Shyamlan movie The Visit, but I guess you could take the idea back to Little Red Riding Hood. And, like those other versions, it’s pretty dark stuff. The real Mr. Aborn, for example, is being kept chained in the basement of a shack in the woods and it looks as though the villainous Dowds plan on leaving him there to die, along with Nancy when she gets caught trying to rescue him.

In addition to this darkness I thought there were moments that indicated a more adult flavour to the matter of sex. I may be reading too much into things here, but I think it’s there when Nancy checks into her hotel before making a night trip to the house Laura had been trapped in. Let’s keep in mind that in the revised versions of these books Nancy is 18 years old (not 16) and is described as being an attractive young woman.

Awakening at six o’clock, Nancy put on the simple black cotton dress from her suitcase and pumps. After brushing her hair until it snapped with electricity, she was ready for supper.

“What will it be this evening, miss?” asked the friendly waitress.

Nancy selected steak, a baked potato, and tossed salad, then sat back to enjoy the soft dinner music playing in the background. The orchestra was in an adjoining lounge.

Nearby diners regarded the lone girl with interest, for the prospect of the daring adventure had brought a becoming flush to her cheeks.

“If I’m wrong in suspecting Jacob Aborn of being dishonest,” thought Nancy, “then I guess I’d better give up sleuthing!”

Upon leaving the dining room an hour later, she lingered on the porch for a few minutes, watching couples dance. As a red-haired young man began to walk toward Nancy with an invitation in his eyes for her to dance, she hastily went to her room.

Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, “Romance and detective work won’t mix tonight!” Then she changed to walking shoes, sweater, and skirt.

Can you blame the diners for noticing with interest the girl in the black dress with the electrically-charged hair and flushed cheeks? Or the red-haired young man for targeting her? There’s something undeniably erotic about this scene. And don’t get me started on the possible significance of the threatened theft of Laura’s jewels. Just read Freud’s Dora case study.

These mature undertones don’t mean there’s no room for sunshine and lollipops though. There are also signature moments like this:

When the three girls stepped outside, Nancy took a deep breath of air. She loved the earthy smell of the forests surrounding the lake resort, particularly the scent of the tall pines.

“What a day!” she exclaimed. Only a few fleecy white clouds broke the clear blue sky.

What a day, what a girl! “Miss Drew, you’re the most ingenious girl I’ve ever met,” Mr. Aborn exclaims (“admiringly”) when she rescues him. “You’re the most courageous girl I’ve ever met,” a prospective boyfriend tells her later. “You’re a whiz of a detective, all right.” More than just a pretty face with a healthy glow, that’s for sure!

And finally there are all the nice period touches. When the Dowds are captured after crashing their car and are then whisked away to a hospital the police lieutenant in charge tells us that “They’ll get a nice long rest after that in the state pen. I shan’t try to question them now.” I love that “shan’t.” I also love being told that the elevator Nancy enters at one point is “self-operated,” so that she has to push “the fourth-floor control” herself. Which I guess means she presses a button? A bigger puzzle though is why the bungalow of the title is repeatedly described as having two floors. I did a bit of research into this and I guess some bungalows have two floors (or, more often, a single floor and an attic), though the term is usually reserved for single-floor dwellings. But perhaps not in 1930.

It all adds up to an enjoyable adventure with an interesting plot, lots of action (Nancy is even knocked unconscious by Stumpy Dowd’s “stout cane,” the symbolism of which I won’t dig into), and some funny bits too, like Nancy being mistaken for a dog-walker. I don’t plan on reading many more of these, and there are many more to read, but even if I stop here I’ll at least have fond memories of this one.

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Criminal 2: Lawless

Criminal 2: Lawless

This is the second volume in the Criminal series by Brubaker and Phillips and the action picks up sometime shortly after the events of Coward, with the main character here, Tracy Lawless, visiting Leo Patterson in prison at one point. Even though these are technically standalone comics, there is a larger story being told about the interactions of multiple generations of families involved in the criminal life of Center City, and with Lawless we see the web being drawn tighter.

Tracy Lawless is what’s known as a hard man, also known as a badass. He’s been in trouble with the law. He’s been in combat in Baghdad and Bosnia and “seen things he’d never imagined.” He’s a big guy and tough and has all sorts of skills when it comes to violence. He’s got burns on one side of his face, though this is something that doesn’t really register in Sean Phillips’s drawing. And he’s on a mission to avenge the murder of his little brother Ricky, which happened while Tracy was stuck in a military prison.

As with Coward, the plot itself is standard noir. There’s a heist that’s planned and things go off the rails because of double crosses and the like. There’s a femme fatale named Mallory. There’s a suitcase of stolen money that comes with more problems than it’s worth. And bubbling away underneath there’s the motivation of revenge. If not revenge, then all of these stories deal with some kind of payback, which is the real currency of Center City.

It’s all very readable, and looks good (though Phillips did turn in some lazy pages, I thought). I also liked the world building and the deft time management, the way the story slips ahead and then back in subtle ways. I don’t mean the flashbacks, which the series has a lot of and that are clearly signaled, but smaller shifts within the time present of the narrative. Given that this is all such familiar ground, that skill and professionalism in the storytelling makes a real difference.

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Captain America: Winter Soldier

Captain America: Winter Soldier

I actually hadn’t read this comic, which came out in 2005-2006, before seeing the 2014 movie they made of the same name that was loosely based on it. I remember liking the movie but honestly can’t remember a thing about it now except for the return of Bucky Barnes as a Russian killing machine with a cyborg arm. Which was all it really took from the comic, as it turns out.

Apparently bringing Bucky back from the dead was a big deal, as writer Ed Brubaker tells us in an afterword to this collected edition that recounts how Winter Soldier came to be. “There are several constant truths in Marvel Comics, or unwritten rules, if you will. And one of them was, no matter what else you did, Uncle Ben, Gwen Stacy . . . and Bucky Barnes all stayed dead.” So, leaving aside the long, phantasmagoric afterlife of Gwen Stacy, coming up with a storyline where Bucky didn’t die in that midair explosion but fell into the sea and was flash frozen, to be picked up by the Russians and turned into a super Cold Warrior, was pretty radical.

And it works. I thought Brubaker crafted a detailed and complex story with plenty of moving pieces and WW2 flashbacks. It really sucked me in. Indeed, the only problem I had with it is that it wrapped up too quickly, with the aid of that laziest of all plot devices the Cosmic Cube. Otherwise I was on board with all of it, which I wasn’t expecting given that Bucky Barnes was one of those teenage superhero sidekicks I dislike so much. Robin. Rick Jones. Bucky Barnes. I can’t stand them.

But Bucky, who was Brubaker’s “favorite character” as a comic-loving kid, is all grown up here and he’s quite the bad-ass. The thing is though, he’s not really that important a character in this story arc. He’s mostly kept in the shadows until the end, and the main story line has to do with Cap trying to figure out what’s going on with the Russian general and the Cosmic Cube. I found all of this quite engaging though, both in terms of the plot and the characters. The art wasn’t quite my thing aside from the somber palette, but overall I think this is a comic that deserves its high reputation in the Captain American canon.

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Holmes: The Rape of the Sherlock

In his introduction to this squib in The Big Book of Sherlock Holmes Stories, editor Otto Penzler says that “To describe it as trivial overpraises it. It is included here as a curiosity – nothing more.”

Small praise indeed! But understandable, given how slight a story it is. Its main claim to fame is that it was written by Winnie the Pooh author A. A. Milne, who was also a mystery writer himself. It was first published in October 1903, making it contemporary with Doyle’s “The Adventure of the Empty House,” which was the story that brought Holmes back from the dead. So here we have Holmes appearing to Watson like a ghost and explaining that he’d been in hiding since apparently falling from the Reichenbach Falls. The title has no relation to anything, not even Pope’s poem. As for Moriarty, “There is no such man. It is merely the name of a soup.”

That’s not much of a punchline, and it’s not much of a story. I include it here only as a curiosity.

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