Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. It puzzles me to make out how the same hand could have constructed your letter and your advertisements. The person who wrote the advertisements is without doubt the most ignorant person now alive on the planet also without doubt he is an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link. The handwriting is good and exhibits considerable character, and there are even traces of intelligence in what you say, yet the letter and the accompanying advertisements profess to be the work of the same hand. Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me.
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