'My little sparrow, time to leave the nest ... .'
Two pages in there are various random snippets that jump out to me from all those piles of papers.
(I try to test my theory.)
I pick out sheet after sheet of paper following multiple of fours as my guide.
First sheet-
'That particular night much longer to us … It was a disaster in making.
We knew we brought us trouble but science and ideas wait for none …'
Fourth sheet-
'I made the liquid solvent work on high energy. The test results show its optimal capacity to be much higher than we imagined. Is it a boon or a curse that I developed here?'
Eighth sheet-
'The quantum leap is not explained, we got ourselves a wild card here…'
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Twelveth sheet-.
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Sixteenth sheet-
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And so on.
As I moved on and read more of these sheets, my sense of deja vu becomes stronger.
