Continue improving the currently open cooling-tower vapour-recovery workbook. Inspect and reuse its existing cells, variables, weather data, assumptions, and results. Do not rebuild the workbook or discard existing analysis.

Add a dry-cooling comparison using the same IT load, heat-rejection load, climate, and operating hours as the existing wet-tower baseline.

Model two clearly labelled dry configurations:

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At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of 'Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and a Knight dressed in crimson armour came galloping down upon her, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached her, the horse stopped suddenly: 'You're my prisoner!' the Knight cried, as he tumbled off his horse.
Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment, and watched him with some anxiety as he mounted again. As soon as he was comfortably in the saddle, he began once more 'You're my—' but here another voice broke in 'Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and Alice looked round in some surprise for the new enemy.
This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at Alice's side, and tumbled off his horse just as the Red Knight had done: then he got on again, and the two Knights sat and looked at each other for some time without speaking. Alice looked from one to the other in some bewilderment.

Through the Looking Glass (And What Alice Found There), Chapter 8 - "It's my own Invention"

That they were Sextus and Hect was at first only educated conjecture: they were wearing their librarian greys, and one had the battered old rapier that had seemed to be all the Sixth House could proffer for this trial, and the other had ink stains on his fingers. Their faces had been obliterated by point-blank gunshots.

Harrow the Ninth - Act Two, Chapter Twenty-One

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