William Faulkner, in the aftermath of severe head trauma, making a radical attempt to depict "extreme hatred of all logic" via artistically arranged sentence fragments decorated with random mathematical symbols.

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Thanks, Wolfdog!

Sooo.... A's all around then?

I realised that I had been tricked by words > or = to [x] or [y], and that the same word had tricked [x] too, and that [my revenge] would = [x] never knowing [my revenge]. And when [z] was born I asked [x] to promise to take me back to Jefferson when I died, on a train traveling at velocity, v = 50 mph, easterly, because I knew that [a] had been right, even when [a] couldn't have known he was right anymore than I could have known how long it would take to get to Jefferson without also knowing the distance traveled, d.

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θ? I barely know 'er!

If I didn't already know chrismear was in the UK, I would now.

irfh - you would be in the top 50th percentile for clarity.

Yeah - ironically, I think I inadvertantly just made Faulkner more clear by forgetting to randomize the inserted mathematical symbols. Curses.

Wolfdog,

I first read 'proofs' as meaning the manuscripts for soon-to-be-published books. I'm not sure if that would be better or worse. Faulkner did win the Nobel Prize for literature, so hopefully there's a Field Medalist (subcategory: surrealism) in your stack of papers.