Using only a fragment of a treatise or letter, this thinking machine can report which Great Writer is most nearly one's equal. Merely submit a scrap of prose and depress the "Analyze" button! As I assiduously copied in my latest e-missive, I supposed the engine would recognize in my words something of Tobias Smollett—The Expedition of Humphry Clinker is a rollicking good read—or even that rascal Dickens, who had a talent for exposing the trials of well-born Gentlemen at the hands of the sniveling proletariat. But enough dilatory dallying! The verdict:
My clarion exhortation "Hosiery Is No Laughing Matter" produced from this ingenious engine the same result.
I have no idea who this David Foster Wallace is, but I trust he is a Great Man with a fine intellect, and an interrogation of my Google device reveals that he has written a great many words indeed. I managed to secure a small sample of Wallace's writing through my usual patience and cunning.
As I am both mischievous and empirical, I inscribed in the analytical engine's input box a section from David Foster Wallace's story collection The Girl With Curious Hair. The result?
I am as unfamiliar with this King as I am with Wallace, but my faithful yeoman Bruce assures me that he has written some of the most numerous words of our time!
Surely, we three are Brothers in Ink.
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