Note: this (likely unfinished) work is ald, from tenth or eleventh grade. Ic post it here bedoes it offers some insight into the very first development of my interest in the culture-claß interaction cwestion,and my worries as editor and publisher of the Philosopher's Interior (print edition), albeit in a primitive, literary form. Ic have edited it to conform to my modern orthographic practises.
The preß was alive once more. After ten years from the great culture ban being put into effect, the Perfectual Intellectual has been appearing in new ißues. The more 'nobly minded' vermin down here in the Morgue are not happy with the new Democracy Free Party Government, which they consider a puppet to the industrial establishment. The social situation was bad, but now citizens from the Smog are in positive danger from these cultural radicals. Our intelligence suggests that the Perfectual Intellectual is not merely an organ of opposition, but the core of a rival society here. That is all we have, and a name: there is an intellectual originally from the Cream down here named Fazwell Speandeler. He might be the publisher of this subversive contrabanned (that is another thing, the Perfectual Intellectual is never written using Freespeak, which they frown upon as am industrial growth on the past glory of English).
To summarise this report; either provide me with more men to hold the gate or prepare for civil war by sending more of your hated Creamside conscripts and mercenaries.
Captain of the Morgue Gate
Good News, FW! The PI is aßembling new ißues with fresh writers in them. It is to my displeasure that Ic then must also warn you that there are still a number of rather serious concerns which Ic hope you share the urgency of resolving. The publication is of no charge, yes, but the morglings are, as you cenna, not entirely literate. Having no profit to offset the cost of printing is in the end an untenable mode of production and sale. It is on the other side of this matter, that adding a price to the publication may pull it out of circulation among all of the potential morgling readers. The problem ultimately arrives at not having a way to smuggle, or so much as advertise the publication over the Gate. A full solution to these problems would be to somehow get the PI into the Cream, the croppers a naturally better demographic for the publication
Ic am and ever have been your friend;
Adam Homynium
To the Board of Empirical Magistrates
Greetings do Ic bid yeh most sophisticated excellencies.
It is not without reason that Ic have sent ye this rude letter at a celebratory time as the imminent Topping of the Cherry festival. Ic have received startling reports that a front paper for Smoglodyte terrorists, The Thinker's Fortnight', may have been behind the Smog Gate Bombings last year.
Even the Captain of the Morgue Gate was blabbering on about civil war, but Ic took care of that piece of genteel morgling intellect with a bullet. That notwithstanding, we have seen an alarming amount of financially disgraced croppers form up a a pro-culture vanguard of sorts.
Magistrates, please grant me acceß to the codes, it is the only way to preserve Cream with Cherry on top. Ic beg ye, declare Cherrian Law, recruit the oustanding non-binaries of Cream into the Cherrian Voluntary Armed Weapon Wielders. The Democracy Free state is on the verge of destruction, and the tyranny of culture has come back to take revenge on us.
Commander of the Captains of the Commander's Gates;
Snuffled Paorkenine
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