"Anacoluthia," he mused.
His attempts to explain his project of acquiring the superpower of bilocation were always marred by anacoluthia, in that--well, he was just--he could never quite figure out how to describe his method.
He knew it couldn't be madness. He just knew it.
Contrary to prevailing opinion, it was a crisis of articulation. Not epistemology.
Of that he was quite certain.
His attempts to explain his project of acquiring the superpower of bilocation were always marred by anacoluthia, in that--well, he was just--he could never quite figure out how to describe his method.
He knew it couldn't be madness. He just knew it.
Contrary to prevailing opinion, it was a crisis of articulation. Not epistemology.
Of that he was quite certain.
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