When I, attempted, to read this paper I felt as though I was Remy's brother in Ratatouille where Remy is trying to show him the power of taste variance but something internally doesn't compute. It's as if sight is a clear understanding and I'm looking at the subject of the paper through frosted glass.
When I, attempted, to read this paper I felt as though I was Remy's brother in Ratatouille where Remy is trying to show him the power of taste variance but something internally doesn't compute. It's as if sight is a clear understanding and I'm looking at the subject of the paper through frosted glass.
It saddens me that my mind can't quite grasp it.