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Originally Posted by tirtep
Nineteenth century French occultist and astronomer Camille Flammarion was writing a chapter about wind in his book on the atmosphere, when a gust blew through his window, lifted the loose pages he'd just written from his desk, and sucked them back out of the window and out of sight. Flammarion was disheartened over the loss of his work. Days later he received a routine parcel of his latest proofs from his publisher containing transcripts of the very pages that had gone missing. He was more than startled. How could this be? The porter, who acted as a regular messenger for Flammarion, solved the mystery. He had been passing the house by chance, saw the pages in the street, collected them up and took them to the publisher in the normal way. Gone with the wind...in the right place?
Rational. Was Flamm that lazy he didn't bother to look for himself? Flammarion getting flamed itt.
That porter should be ported? Not realizing the master usually doesn't deliver things that way, but maybe the master couldn't be bothered with some piece of information? Brian could teach him/them some psychology about basic behavior.
I read a book named "Stella" by Flammarion as a youth. They looked together at the beauties seen by the telescope. I couldn't escape the feeling it was about ****ing, never been free from it. Maybe it was, in a time you couldn't talk about it straight out?
"Those beautiful vibrant clouds...they stayed up all night, taking in it all..." or something in that style. WP, Flamm.
Last edited by plaaynde; 11-14-2016 at 11:24 AM.