Language was a bottleneck — he knew he didn’t have enough time. He fantasized that the knowledge he had spent his life accumulating — not much, but d… - Liu Cixin

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Language was a bottleneck — he knew he didn’t have enough time. He fantasized that the knowledge he had spent his life accumulating — not much, but dear to him — was lodged in his brain like small pearls, and that as he spoke, a crystal ax chopped the pearls out of his brain onto the floor, where the children scrambled to gather them like sweets at New Year’s. It was a happy fantasy.