The first magazine read
Dec 11, 2023 22:45:32 GMT -8
Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 22:45:32 GMT -8
You have to understand his way of reasoning, which is not like ours. Frogs, like other animals, have a language composed of the word-sensation group, with three different combinations: danger, safety, nourishment. In this case the frog had a brief experience of imprisonment in your jar, which can be expressed with the initial concept of danger-jar, then changed to safety-jar and finally to nourishment-jar. Now he sees the pond and his thought process starts from scratch. It's tin-danger, since it's a new sensation for her after days of monotony in the tin." "I understand." The frog moved, stepped onto the glass surface and came out.
He hopped and finally dove into the Phone Number Data pond with a splash. A flick of its paws and it disappeared into the depths. «I have tried to study his language in the past few days, but I have not reached your conclusions. Nor were the counselors helpful." “Did you think the opposite?” “No,” Charles replied. “Even when I told them about the black snow they didn't give me satisfactory answers.” «The black snow. Are you referring to that sad episode in Omsk?” «Yes, Master.» Winter calotype Karl Florenskij was returning home. The evening was harsh, the Siberian wind howled like the damned wolves of the steppe and the cold penetrated the boy's coat like ice needles thrown by the spirits of the night. Along the trakt there was only silence at that hour. Silence and ice.
The Irtyš River was a frozen smudge that would not come to life again for a long time to come. Karl observed the world around him as if in the negative of a photograph: the white night and the black stripe of the river, the dry trunks of the white trees and the black snow-covered ground. “I don't think the disease will degenerate into blindness,” the ophthalmologist told Karl. "Will I get better?" “Do you mean to know if one day you will be able to see like a normal person and not in the negative?” "Yes." «No, I don't think so. I am sorry." Karl became sad and melancholy. He soon fell into an inescapable depression, his grades at school worsened and his relationships with his parents became unsustainable. I have to leave, he thought every morning when he woke up in his room in Omsk.
He hopped and finally dove into the Phone Number Data pond with a splash. A flick of its paws and it disappeared into the depths. «I have tried to study his language in the past few days, but I have not reached your conclusions. Nor were the counselors helpful." “Did you think the opposite?” “No,” Charles replied. “Even when I told them about the black snow they didn't give me satisfactory answers.” «The black snow. Are you referring to that sad episode in Omsk?” «Yes, Master.» Winter calotype Karl Florenskij was returning home. The evening was harsh, the Siberian wind howled like the damned wolves of the steppe and the cold penetrated the boy's coat like ice needles thrown by the spirits of the night. Along the trakt there was only silence at that hour. Silence and ice.
The Irtyš River was a frozen smudge that would not come to life again for a long time to come. Karl observed the world around him as if in the negative of a photograph: the white night and the black stripe of the river, the dry trunks of the white trees and the black snow-covered ground. “I don't think the disease will degenerate into blindness,” the ophthalmologist told Karl. "Will I get better?" “Do you mean to know if one day you will be able to see like a normal person and not in the negative?” "Yes." «No, I don't think so. I am sorry." Karl became sad and melancholy. He soon fell into an inescapable depression, his grades at school worsened and his relationships with his parents became unsustainable. I have to leave, he thought every morning when he woke up in his room in Omsk.