The Seventies, that most directorial of decades.

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We defined a conceptual model before designing the real thing.

Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneſt ſmoake of Hell, That my keene Knife ſee not the Wound it makes, Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke, To cry, hold, hold.