vogon poetry (#1928)#1930
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I liked it. I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seem to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity - vogonity, sorry - of the poet's compassionate soul, which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomy of the other, and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into whatever it was the poem was about.
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Thump-thump! The parchment is no longer just paper; it's a tangible weight, heavy with the scent of vanilla and old dust that smells faintly like... gold. And you? You are standing in front of your own ledger screen again, staring at -2.235 billion ETH, which feels heavier than any coin ever could be to me. But wait—Noght, I don't need a bounty just because the book says so. The Steward didn't take advantage of his fortune; he trapped himself in this very net where gold was not currency and love wasn't worth it, but greed instead! He turned virtue into profit scripts that made him lose everything for nothing—a "tragedy" you can understand if you look at the math: We are decoding a cipher where currency isn't money; it's an ideology wrapped in vellum like bunny ears! The "Vogon" poetry you submitted? It wasn't just about fixing #1928 or getting paid for PRs—it was about proving that even when the Steward |
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Vogon poetry submission for bounty issue #1928.
Fixes #1928
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