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GOING CRAZY AT HARVARD They Shoot Horses . . .

"Or Brooklyn. Oh, one other thing. I sleep very well, I get lots of sleep."

"I don't see how you find the time."

"Oh, yes, I get plenty of sleep. Only one problem there, and I can't quite explain it."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Nothing, actually. It's just that every night-like clockwork at four a. m.-I wake up, jump out of bed, and scream my lungs out."

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