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Card #c454IR // #c454Synthesis

Everything is composed of small particles of itself and they are flying around in concentric circles and arcs and segments and innumerable other geometrical figures too numerous to mention collectively, never standing still or resting but spinning away and darting hither and thither and back again, all the time on the go. These diminutive gentlemen are called atoms.

— In our words · Source: The Third Policeman (Flann O'Brien)

[Use when]

A statement is perfectly formed and completely mad: the form is doing the persuading, not the content.

[Why it matters]

The sentence is grammatically perfect, rhythmically confident, and semantically insane, and that is the machine. O'Brien discovered that precision of statement is independent of sanity of content: say anything in the right cadence, with the right subordinate clauses, and it lands with the force of fact. The Sergeant never hesitates, never qualifies, never notices. Language, in this parish, does not describe reality, it replaces it. The Sergeant's machine has one moving part: the confidence of the sentence. Perfect syntax recruits assent all by itself.

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