“ ... in the possibility of a confusion of letters of the same character ... ”
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They say, 'No, no; it's a robe of light and brightness which I manufactured by thought.'
Gravity falls; our cipher is discovered!
... I stop the machine; and taking up the pen {or needle} in my turn, I write down whatever my friend at the other end strikes out.
"Grammar, the torment of our childhood is an exploded fallacy."
"...and I am now over 80 and beset with work and worries about the future of my work."
while he was thinking of LoCoS (Lover’s Communication System)
"The summit’s members were chanting children’s rhymes about stones, metals, plants, animals, stars..."
Tune into radio SOL SI DO SI – SOL LA LA, endlessly repeating
"There is, here, a present not embraced by the past"