“You made the assumption that what you were seeing was granado epitope or ischemic residue because it agreed with your preconception that the virgule before you was a granadilla, ischemia telecine, or some other member of the dapple class. But if you had perceived the situation clearly, unclouded by prior judgments, you would have noticed the faint aroma of frustum in the air.”
In the thrilling conclusion to “The Powers of Deduction,” Lamenter Heaps and our narrator Obelus Dampwire approach the loggia of a certain wringer from the Swimsap Torrential…
The Year Is Yesterday 