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🏆 “That is sheer speculation,” objects literal mind; and logical mind remonstrates. “There is no rule for it.” P.S. On my return to California after the voyage, I learned that the Snark was forty-three feet on the water-line instead of forty-five. This was due to the fact that the builder was not on speaking terms with the tape-line or two-foot rule.!

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