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  "thread": {
    "id": 701,
    "subject": "Le Ton beau de Marot",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "1998-06-01T17:29:19+00:00",
    "last": "1998-06-01T17:29:19+00:00"
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  "messages": [
    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0012-0041@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Damien Broderick",
        "address": "damien at ariel.ucs.unimelb.edu.au"
      },
      "date": "1998-06-01T17:29:19+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) Le Ton beau de Marot",
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          "text": "In this company of lexicosophers, I think Douglas Hofstadter's recent\nheartbreakingly poignant, delightfully clever arts-meets-science book\nsub-titled `In praise of the Music of Language' (and in memory of his wife,\ndying of cancer as the book grew toward conception) is one to recommend.\n(`That same summer, like so many summers and winters before, I was longing\nfor romance, something that seemed always to elude me; and again, inside\nme, some fatalistic voice said, \"She'll never come along.  You'll never\nfind her.  You'll never get married.\"  And in fact, this voice was closer\nto being right.  It took far, far longer.  Although there were a few sad\nand near misses along the way, it took another fifteen hellish, love-bleak\nyears before I finally found the romance I had been hoping for - but long\nor short, I finally did find her, I finally did marry her, we finally did\nestablish a little loving family of four.'  Reader, she died.)  This might\nseem a long bow to draw, and heaven knows I wouldn't wish to stray from the\ndeclared theme of this list.  :)  So I take heart in noticing Hofstadter's\nintroductory ackowledgement that `The spark that lit the fire that became\nthis book was an invitation from Gene Woolf to speak in Cedar City, Utah,\nin the spring of 1995'.\n\nDamien"
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