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What is wrong with wri­ters is that they begin with a blank page and only selectively add marks to it. This is possibly the worst way to go about writing great literature, for it starts with nothing and must synthesize in a great tree something approaching good writing. With every short branch, the marks must be erased or even the whole tree felled, and the enterprise begun anew. There is no way to know if what one has arrived at, that longest branch yet encountered, is the longest possible, or the best.

So we compose with an eraser. We begin with the function udiscourse, which generates an infinite, normal sequence of characters which contains every possible finite sequence of characters. In this sequence we have every great sonnet ever written or to be written, every great novel, philosophical treatise, essay—the scriptures of great world religions long died out and yet to be revealed—those phantom scripts which we only hope for now, the long-awaited works which are the purest and deepest assays into the human heart, not yet written and not even assured of being written in that other way. In this sequence the better edits of Shakespeare exist.

Starting here we have the riches. The work is done; all that is left is redaction. Our eraser is our tool, and with it we are embarked on an enterprise somewhat meek, but commensurate with our limited ambition and anyways of some usefulness to mankind, which is the definitive guide to literary craft in the manner we speak of. Once it is fully edited, it will be the catalyst for another age of literary giants who have forsaken the archaic tedium of poking at their thoughts as a poor simulacrum of the universe of discourse.

That it may take some time is a given; our method does not benefit from decreased time of composition. We only claim that the results are better and that they are guaranteed to be better. In the way of preserving our time for this important work, we have composed this prolegomenon of our project with a pen, for which reason we beg your indulgence for its poor quality and haphazard arrangement.

Suleiman Razumovsky

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