'Combed Thunderclap' speaks again, this time with a more literary message... will the code here help to reveal the secret location of the Cube?
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Things are over here,
Over and ended except that,
As you can see,
Not quite over for me.
Or for you.
I wanted to do this slowly,
But when no
Loud as cymbals
When no one else is moving, creeping is running
I think of books,
Books within books,
Words within words.
A play within a play.
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
The play's the thing, it seems.
So again. I have things to tell you.
Things you'll need to know
And I know that you're running in circles,
Around and around and around and
When you're in a circle
You need to know
Unlike black, I do not despise the circle.
The wonderful O, James Thurber.
It starts where it ends, and where it
Starts is by finding the secret location.
Borges is one place to begin.
The library of babel, Jorge Luis Borges.
The letters which are arranged and rearranged,
in mathematical certainty,
in search of meaning.
Think of the names of the books:
The plaster cramp, axaxaxas mlo.
Of course, the books in that library have no author.
But authorship is critical.
Think of Pierre Menard or
Of Johannes Valentinus Andrea, or
Of Gunnar Erjfjord.
Authors creare worlds,
and worlds seep one to another.
History of the land called Uqbar, Silas Haslam.
Things have been closed here, closed up tightly, with
No gaps, no room to breathe. We are all imprisoned,
But our minds are free. Papillon, Henri Charriere
And yet. It all begins with the arrangement of things,
With asking a question and answering it.
I've given you
all you need to begin. Be simple.
Start by answering the obvious questions.
Everything leads on from the answers
you already have.
I don't know how much I'll be able to help you,
But I'll help you where I can.
Oh whistle and I'll come to you my lad.
Montague Rhodes James.
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