My father used to do this thing: he’d be standing in the kitchen at the end of the day, telling a story to someone about how, in the face of some instance of normal human mediocrity, in the face of some local loser’s assertion that such-and-such couldn’t be done, or shouldn’t because “that’s not how we do things,” he’d blasted the cipher in question int…
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