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  "thread": {
    "id": 2256,
    "subject": "\"The Computer . . . \" glimpse",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "2000-05-10T07:01:53+00:00",
    "last": "2000-05-10T07:01:53+00:00"
  },
  "messages": [
    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0029-0006@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Michael Andre-Driussi",
        "address": "mantis at sirius.com"
      },
      "date": "2000-05-10T07:01:53+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) \"The Computer . . . \" glimpse",
      "in_reply_to": null,
      "reply_link": null,
      "blocks": [
        {
          "kind": "quote",
          "depth": 1,
          "text": "Hey, mantis, mind telling us something about this? With some quotes,\nmaybe?"
        },
        {
          "kind": "quote",
          "depth": 2,
          "text": "Adam wrote:"
        },
        {
          "kind": "quote",
          "depth": 3,
          "text": "The Tarot discussion got me wondering whether Wolfe ever alludes to\nthe\nTarot."
        },
        {
          "kind": "quote",
          "depth": 2,
          "text": "Gene Wolfe's \"The Computer Iterates the Greater Trumps\" won the\nRhysling\nAward for Best Long Poem in 1978."
        },
        {
          "kind": "text",
          "depth": 0,
          "text": "Here is the beginning:\n\n=====\n\"The Computer Iterates the Greater Trumps\"\n\nDIMENSION Trumps (21)\nDo 1969 I, 1, 22\nN = 22 - I\nTrump (N)\n\nTrump (21)\nThe _Universe_ includes by definition all\nThat Man has seen since his great fall.\nGod's calling card this, upon our silver Disch,\nOn what table?  In what house?  In what hall?\n\nTrump (20)\nThe _666t Judgement_, and my screed betrays\nUnlearnt foreknowledge of those coming days.\nThe angels come to smite the sea and land,\nThe anti-Christ for us--and slays.\n\nTrump (19)\nThe _Sun_ the dancing children love,\nCasts down his radiance from above.\nFusion, fission, no remission;\nSo small a house, so large a stove.\n\n====="
        }
      ]
    }
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