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The Seventies, that most directorial of decades.

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.

We defined a conceptual model before designing the real thing.