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I despise those Smirkian games and their illusion of purposefulness. The dynamic crosswords, for example, with the answers forced unnaturally into constant motion. Reflecting, PAUL says, the inheritance of acquired characteristics and the infinite realities experienced by the crossworder, each crazed and crystalline lifetime flickering by in a wink of kaleidoscopic detail. The solver might be an involuntary resident of a medical institution. Or perhaps it's a program of some sort, a bunch of numbers assembled for the sole and reasonless task of endlessly grinding away at an unsolvable puzzle. Or a malevolent being, caught up in amber, frozen in a state of eternal damnation.
Jack Tisdale
