Never since reading "Social Conquest of Earth" by the untimely deceased E. O. Wilson, I felt a true intellectual titan of the author transpiring through all the imperfections of the book. The main one for SF is her drunkenness with superiority of her style, which sometimes makes better of her, especially in the second half of the book (compare with Falcke, Darling or Gaia Vince). In it she advertises the successes of her INSCRIBE group and cautions everyone against possible attempts at decipherment of the Cypro-Minoan.
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