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Inte för googlare, vilken berättelse, av vem, börjar så här:

”Early one morning, under the arc of a lamp, carefully, silently, in smock and rubber gloves, the doctor grafted a cat´s head on to a chicken´s trunk. The cat-headed creature, in a house of glass, swayed on its legs; though it stared through the slits of its eyes, it saw nothing; there was the flutter of a strange pulse under its fur and feathers; and, lifting its foot to the right of the glass wall, it rocked again to the left.”