I was cleaning up in the spare bedroom when I came acroos a book. It appeared to be a childs book. Was it for children who were dislexic? I opened it up and the first thing I saw was this:
C D B?
D B S A B-Z B.
O, S N-D!
Now, I thought to myself that this book is a special book. A book that I couldn't understand. A book for children, right? The book in question happends to be titled C D B by W. Steig.
The book had me intrigued. I wanted to figure it out. So, I read it aloud and voila, it became clear. I read the entire book in 1 minute and after reading it I felt childish at not having recognized this little "code" in the first place. Silly me.
1:23 p.m. - February 19, 2005
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