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  "thread": {
    "id": 506,
    "subject": "Peace Assoc.",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "1998-04-22T16:22:00+00:00",
    "last": "1998-04-22T16:22:00+00:00"
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    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0009-0763@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "m.driussi",
        "address": "m.driussi at genie.geis.com"
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      "date": "1998-04-22T16:22:00+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) Peace Assoc.",
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          "text": "Then again, the first time I read PEACE I thought of it as being a\nlot like SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE; that Weir was \"unstuck in time\" like\nBilly Pilgrim of that novel; but that PEACE had a Faulkner flavor to\nit.  That is, I didn't grasp that Weir was already long dead--I\nthought he might be dying of a heart attack or simply so old that he\nlived only in a half-life of random access memories colored by dreams\nand fantasies (i.e., that rationalization of Billy Pilgrim's plight).\n\n=mantis="
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