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The sea-man had left his seat. He stood by the aisle, and his eyes—reflected in the emergency lamp—were an ocean with something moving deep. He whispered, "They're the ones who stay." He touched the projection booth window and his finger left a black print, like film dye. The elderly woman, who had clutched her purse, now laughed a little laugh that was thin as celluloid. "They want to be seen," she said. "They want better reels."