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Now
that
it
was
evening,
they
encamped
by
the
river
of
forgetfulness,
whose
water
no
container
can
hold.
It
is
necessary
for
all
to
drink
a
fixed
amount
of
the
water,
but
some
do
not
have
the
wisdom
to
keep
from
drinking
more
than
this
amount.
As
one
drinks
one
becomes
forgetful
of
everything.
In
the
middle
of
the
night
when
they
were
asleep
there
was
thunder
and
an
earthquake,
and
then
suddenly
just
like
shooting
stars
they
were
borne
upward,
each
in
a
different
direction
to
his
birth.
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