10 June 2008 | Lost in the Library of Congress
While the destruction continues on the courtyard wall, I am finding it difficult to do anything constructive. Bang! Bang! Pound! Pound! Crash! Crash! A bit distracting.
As a mental escape, I have lost myself in the Library of Congress’s “An American Time Capsule”. Somewhere in this virtual pile of 17,000 scanned pieces of printed ephemera, I found The Cryptograph, complete with instructions. This, of course, ties right into my childhood ambition to be a spy or a detective (in the tradition of Sherlock Holmes or Lord Peter Wimsey).
Back to the archives…
[“Zf” is the key, just to keep it easy.]