[BNP/E3, 1142 – 59-60]
Letter written to Professor Jones, physical researcher, by William Smith, researched on the same subject.
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Dear Professor,
Having heard that you, in a paper which you propose to write upon that extraordinary phenomenon called magical metathesis, by which a man goes through roads at a greater speed than a motor can travel[1], and cycles through closed doors – having heard this – at least not this, but that |you were|[2] to write on this, you intended to use as an example a case of which I am the hero, and which (by the statements of the numerous witnesses) has the highest degree of credibility, I have the honour to write you this letter to give you, on this case,
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an unpleasant disillusion.
I was staying a week ago at the country house of a friend of mine {…}
I can bolt
Conscience and intellect
Revolt
I feel thy horror, the
not home
teel me thy name
Evil thou art, and over that clamour
Our aching heart
But what thy nearer naming {…}
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That place where spirits burn in fire where Hell
Even weep the sins they were hard to commit
{…} in less words than a few,
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shyness, which I call timidity because it makes it appear less childish.
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This piece of furniture
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{…} like all folding tables, and folding stools, and folding things in general in that it had a complexity of leg-structure which was |*ventrally| appalling. There was space enough underneath the table, as space; in the terms of usefulness[3], it did not represent a very high quantity.
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With habit can a 1000 dread multiplications of the grim and vile grant of evilness † caried.
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metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
metathesis
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Where one man fails
A thousand can succeed.[4]
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For my part, I say nothing against magical metathesis in general, but only against this particular magical metathesis, of which I was the unfortunate hero.
[1] motor can travel/-car\
[2] that |you were| /being\
[3] usefulness /auxilableness\
[4] Where one man fails /failed\
A thousand can /may\ /(could)\ succeed.