...Fast yielded the secret of their own extinction: their authors didn’t know how to use clues.
The confiscation of wood prints makes it easier to imagine Eden, (no apples, no pulling-trees), 'all the modern things like car-parts and stuff have always existed, they've just been waiting– makes it easier to misunderstand event number 1: This: as our Music
Some omitted clues altogether, in favor of such alternative truth-divining devices as hyperamnesiac dreams, unsolicited confessions, and, in one case, the chance autopsy of a shark, which turns out to have swallowed a message in a bottle mentioning the identity of the true–
and the deductive value of the clue is negated by the hero being precisely someone whose behavior is not bound by the law of (human) rationality.
No simple sequence of lack, obstacles, and acquisition
Lack of insufficiency, lack of a bride, lack of a rumor, more
The inability to be disappointed has something scandalous about it, maybe all seven things, all seven types of ambiguity loose in the scansion of event number (still) 1
Where we are used to asking only those questions for which we already have an answer
and eventually concluding that the unintelligibility of the clues is deliberate
...which we can't grasp without some re-distribution
You get the baby; you get the trouble, you get The Structure of Complex Words
Nothin 'bout hugging, kissing, all words, listen
My father warned me: In the Mississippi Delta, in the late 1930s, it was common to construct guitars using the sides of houses, field strings and nails into blue wood not unlike a crucifix or a hammock except we wanted to hear it doing what it did as we rested our anonymous bodies across it like gifts,
offerings,
[refrain]
I'm moving forward toward my myth
