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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question.. Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" -T. S. Eliot, "Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
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getconf LONG_BIT