Just got off the phone with Natasha. She's working on a document (while sick, no less) describing aspects of consciousness in Victorian literature. Neat thing is, it mirrors the debate about whether one can know another's consciousness save through the reports of that individual about their consciousness (and the rebuttal that even when you look at their reports, blue might mean something entirely different to the two of you).
Anyway, going to go to bed now and see if I can't get Nevow to behave in the morning.
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