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All Knowles had to do to close the door and get us to the first floor was to press a button, but he wasn't going to do that yet. He wasn't going to do it, maybe, for years. "Man told me," He said, "that these here elevators was Mayan architecture. I never knew that till today. And I says to him, 'What's that make me—mayonnaise?' Yes, yes!"~Kurt VonnegutSource: Cat's Cradle
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