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A [[strikethrough]] worm [[/strikethrough]] crab once lived in a shell. It was a comfortable, warm sort of shell, just the right size & shape. But, the [[strikethrough]] worm [[/strikethrough]] crab was a silly sort of fellow. He was not content to sit in his warm cozy shell and doze. He had curiosity. He heard sounds which came [[strikethrough]]dimly[[/strikethrough]]faintly through the shell to his insensitive ears. Occasionally he smelled an [[strikethrough]]very[[/strikethrough]]odor which seemed to seep under the edge of the shell. To the [[strikethrough]]worm[[/strikethrough]] crab, these sounds and smells were pleasing and satisfying, but they were tantalizing too. They made him [[strikethrough]]think[[/strikethrough]] conscious of a world outside his shell. A beautiful world, a joyous world, but a dangerous world. On two or three occasions, the crab opened a little window in the shell and peered out. He saw a queer mix- ture of [[strikethrough]]harmony and[[/strikethrough]] peace and war, [[strikethrough]]of[[/strikethrough]] he heard a strange cacophony of harmony and dissonance, he smelled an odd combination of perfume and stench. What could the outside world be ?[[strikethrough]]like[/strikethrough]]