An Instructional Interlude

Hello Kids,

Just wanted to say that as I start posting my book/blog, it's somewhat Dickensian (is that right?). I don't mean that in an egotistical way but that it's shaping up to be like a 21st-century serialized novel that you read backwards. The oldest post is the first and thus backwards is (almost) always forward. :)

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