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Introduction (The birth of Number Seventeen)(Mother 210:(Oh, isn't it beautiful! or he, isn't he beautiful I should say.(And he'll be number seventeen of generation fortythree.(He looks like a number seventeen, doesn't he?(Something about the eyes.(Everyone in the corridor is talking about it,(-even across the campus, right out to unit ninety-five.(I think they're probably a bit jealous, actually.(So few people in our unit get the chance.(He comes from eighty percent western scientific stock,(but they say he has a sprinkling of the crossbred artistic balance from generation twenty-six;(-which, let's face it, was a a very good year.