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> finger [...] dozens of pages of paper printouts

I know just the poetry to go with that story:

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
--Omar Khayyám, 11th-century, translation


I'm always curious where these moments of serendipity get their start. How'd you come to read Omar Khayyám's 11th-century poetry?


Bravo!




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