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TheWoolagaroo is a potent metaphor in some quarters--and not just an example of technology'stroubling side. txtChapter 32 - Feather of TruthChapter 33 - An Unfinished LandAfterword-------------------------This book is dedicated to my father,Joseph Hill Evans,with love. A strange, hunchedshape was silhouetted against the stars, bending and then straightening; when it stood upright,moonlight reflected from bright, animal eyes. txt The gypsy shook his head.