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Aaaah, Winnemucca. How the word sweeps to the back of the throat and shoots out from the lips like a blast of desert wind.

I met some people at York University (Toronto) who had never heard of Winnemucca. They insisted that I was making it up until I found it in a pocket atlas and showed it to them.

I have no idea why I was telling a bunch of literature scholars about it in the first place, but it WAS the Seventies....

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