Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surprise, no intuitive flash, no great hypotheses, no risk, is locked in a cell. Ignoracance cannot seal the mind and imagination more securely.
Meh, normally I type without looking at the keyboard (a habit I picked up in college, when we weren't allowed to have the lights on after midnight), though as always my spelling is terrible. XP
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