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I imagine Pascal writing
down his reflections on pieces of paper: "I write my thoughts here
without any order, perhaps into a shapeless chaos. This is the true order,
and through its very disorder it is constantly manifesting my goal."
Then Pascal arranges his papers and weaves the whole together: "I
would show unreasonable respect for my theme, if I handled it systematically,
because I want to show that it is not suited for that."
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