I Have Found the Cause of the Corona Virus

by Ryan Dell and Michele REDACTED We acknowledge the Traditional Owners and Custodians of the land on which we work. We pay our respects to Indigenous Elders past, present and emerging. Sovereignty has never been ceded. It always was, and always will be, Aboriginal land. Co-Author’s Note Early in 2019, my lovely roommate sat me down after I'd returned home from work and informed me she had some big news: she was moving back home, and that as a subletter I’d need to take her place on the lease if I wanted to stay in the apartment. What to do? I felt unprepared for that level of responsibility, so I decided it was time for me to find a new place to live - fast. It didn’t take long. Within two weeks I’d found a lovely shared apartment in the inner West, on the second floor of a large strata estate. It was right above what later became my favorite Thai restaurant, it was a short walk away from an amazing GP, and it was extremely affordable. The only catch was that the sole other tenant wasn’t the cool, 18-35 year old millenial I’d asked for in the template form I’d filled out on Flatmates.com. It was , although she preferred just Michele. She was more than three times my agei, an eccentric brunette who always smelled of what she claimed to be "incense" that started our first conversation together by pitching me on a science fiction novel which she called " her ". But she was nice. We vibed. As I was about to get into the lift and leave, she offhandedly mentioned Lars von Trier, enveloping me into a lengthy digression about film culture so engaging that it made me late to a family dinner. I'd never even talked to anyone in real life about the movie Nymphomaniac before. I remember thinking that, simple a gesture as it was, she was the only landlord I'd met who'd even tried to make the inspection go longer than it absolutely had to. Lessii than 48 hours later, I called her on her Nokia and said I'd love to move in. As I got to know her better, my private life changed dramatically. I got involved in the local Sydney comedy scene and I went from having a small network of i Under normal circumstances I wouldn't directly address something so gauche, but I feel it becomes contextually crucial for events later in this book for the reader to understand her age. ii Far. 21 mostly digital friends to a vast connection of performers and eccentrics who I saw regularly. They encouraged me to make my live comedy debut, politely asked for favors, and in a small gesture that was of huge importance to me at the time - they invited me to their parties. For the first time in my adult life, I truly understood solidarity, and felt like I belonged. During this weird transition, Michele became a weird confidant and ad-hoc therapist of sorts. I slowly got the impression that as my social life expanded, she became more and more jealous of experiencing it so peripherally. So many of my friends and idols became imaginary characters for her in a soap opera that slowly played out in her mind's third eye, on a distended and warped timeline completely different to my own. I was generally aware that she was extremely withdrawn and private, never having friends over or staying out late. In my inner monologue, I just tried not to think about it too much. What could I do? I callously assumed that, due to her age, there wouldn't be a place for her in my network of friends. Besides, we had a collaborative partnership that felt vibrant. Michele would never describe herself as an artist or an illustrator, but while half-watching TV or listening to podcasts she would use a Sharpie to scribble absent-mindedly into journals, notepads, and countless stacks of Post-It notes. She had a real knack for drawing weird little icons and symbols. She described it as a tactile pleasure - she found it captured the satisfaction of highlighting a profound passage without having to keep ruining any of the titles in her massive library of books. I'd occasionally "commission" her to sketch something, or ask her to give me a couple of scribbles to integrate into my graphic design work for a handmade touch. Whenever I needed to make a PowerPoint for work or rough a logo up for some comedy show, her sketches would be somewhere in there. There's dozens of them on my professionaliii website. Even just earlier this yeariv when I wanted to make a nice promo graphic to post on Instagram for my Austin Powers spec script, she was there to help out, approximating Mike Myers' iconic glasses and cravat for me. Once we'd established this unorthodox partnership, she got addicted to the positive feedback loop and would politely inquire most nights about how I was doing and if I needed anything scribbled out tonight actually? So I had my different social circles. I had my family, my new friends, and, in her iii Quotation marks omitted but implied here. iv Pre-COVID. This sentence was written in 2020. 22 own category, Michele. And on it went: until the coronavirus crisis started. I came home one night in March of 2020, after a really rough day at work which ended up being, as of writing, the second-last time I ever set foot into that office.v Michele and I talked about our days, my office, her keeping house, and the weird coincidence that I previously mentioned in that footnote on page 13. I found an organic segue outvi, briefly went to the kitchen, and had the impulse to double back and thank Michele. As I circled back, I tried to thank her, choked on my words a bit, and started sobbing and dry-heaving in that pathetic way where I'm trying to talk but physically can't muster it. In spurts, I mourned the life I'd built, and how after years of making mistakes I'd finally figured out my priorities. It was then that Michele told me something I'll never forget. Actually, I don't quite recall the exact words she used, or even her syntax, but the sentiment was roughly, "I know what you mean." She disappeared for a moment then came back with a gigantic green plastic bin full of crumpled up paperwork and letters. She pulled one out then broke down in tears. It was a postcard from her husband of 35 years, . I'd never even known she was married. She told me in broad strokes about her life. I was fascinated. Years spent volunteering, decades spent mourning. Children she now knew nothing about. An extremely oblique reference to moving out, foreshadowed in a manner that was very upfront. With weeks of spare time on my hands and hundreds of pages to sort through, I knew I'd found my newest art project: telling Michele's story. After briefly talking to her and looking through her things, I was able to finally piece together a rough sense of her life - the things she'd seen, the lost loves, her diet. But more contigent to the title of this book, I slowly uncovered something startling and undeniable. The scope of her experience, her assorted posts on the social network sites she used, and the different personal affects Michele had kept made something horrifyingly clear that simply could not be denied. Michele knew exactly what had caused the corona virus, and how it had spread into a devistating pandemic. I've never pictured myself as a journalist. The profession as I understand it is v Don't feel comfortable elaborating on this, partly because I'm still wrestling with it personally and partly because those same coworkers are probably reading this right now. Hi, vi Finished what I was eatinga and had to put the dirty dishes away. a Burger. 23 too mentally and physicallyvii rigorous for my constitution. I'm also not very good at listening to others: whenever I perform improv comedy on-stage, I straight-up ignore my scene partners for the entire performance every single time. But sometimes, like a certain Oscar-winning drama I will not explicitly name here out of fear of being justifiably accused of making an insensitive comparision, the man must rise to meet the moment. As I've now stated three times, I could simply not deny the truth. Throughout my self-isolation and occasional quarantine, I felt I had an ethical obligation to pursue what Michele gave me as far as I possibly could. But I couldn't just take her word for it alone. Using the scant info within that box that wasn't reliant on obsolete tech or a complete dead-end, I started to put everything together like a sideways Jenga tower made out of spaghetti. I spent countless hours on the phone, reading interviews and scheduling emails. Through all my research and deduction, I think I've been able to assemble a comprehensive timeline of Michele's life. The whole story gave me a life-changing understanding of the COVID-19 pandemic.viii As part of the process of researching what became a surprisingly intense depiction of her life, and a condition specifically of Michele's disclosure, she's asked me for editorial control. I've given her the ability on the publishing side of things to censor and black out anything she's not comfortable sharing with the public. I've also collaborated with her on some illustrative artwork, using Adobe Illustrator to assemble gigantic elaborate geometric pattern grids that she slowly filled in over the course of lockdown, piece by painstaking piece. I miss Michele dearly.ix Hopefully, her story can not only elevate my public profile as a writer and possibly get me nominated for some kind of lucrative prize, but also teach us all something crucial in this pivotal moment in human history. vii Hurts my fingers. viii If you're a journalist who doesn't care about the full context, and is just looking for time and date information to repackage and broadcast, the info you're looking for on page 86. ix Just to be clear, she hasn't passed away. I know this phrasing is loaded with that implication, but felt it was too strong an opening line for this paragraph to omit. But, that said, she is quite frail, so it's entirely possible that by the time I finish this book she will have passed away. If that's the case, I'll be quite sad about it and I plan on grieving her. 24 One of the worksheets I produced for Michele. She'd attach six Post-it notes into these squares, trace an outline through the paper, then hand me the sheet. I'd peel off the Post-it notes, stick them to a black piece of cardboard, photograph that, then digitally composit them back onto my digital illustration to replace the silhouette with a grid full of her tracings. While finishing this book's final galleys and revisions, I did the math and calculated that Michele completed exactly 2,286 of these worksheets over the course of 2020. While I don't want to overshadow her accomplishment, I'd like to also note that I was the one responsible for printing 2,286 of these worksheets over the course of 2020. If you shine too much sunlight on something, you' ll burn it. A NON chapter one At a point in time impossible to comprehend Something sacred is changed irrepairably, without remorse or compassion. 34 Appoximately 10,000 BCE By some interpretations of Genesis, They manifest the creation of planet Earth from betwixt Their fingers. From silence and kismet come the universe. Michele insisted that this illustration be the first "real" spread in the book. I'm very sorry about this. 36 June 14, 1878 Iriçois Marceau, legendary French author, releases his groundbreaking and green book The Sickness of Women and How to Efficiently Cure Iti, where he becomes the first author or physicianii to professionally advocate for women giving birth whilst reclined instead of standing or sitting. Although we may consider this common practice now, at the time his ideas were considered extremely radical. i Michele wasa an avid bibliophile who regularly purchased books and would only partially complete them before starting another, tearing through all her purchases slowly but simultaneously. She had a private account on Goodreadsb where she at one point was simultaenously reading Trick Mirror, The Art of War and the third Barry Trotterc novel. I assumed at the time that her account was on private as a default setting or out of distaste for social media, but later concluded it may have been out of paranoia. The specific book I've included an excerpt of here was apparently one of her favorites, with over six repeated logs. Asking her gently about this later, it seemed the fascination was born out of a need to correct and rectify: Michele had spent so many years being convinced her birth was asexual and unnatural that she was fascinated with every step of the process. I can only infer from this that she must have been completely anesthetized for the birth of her own children, as it seems the anachronisms of the book weren't immediately obvious to her. ii Two great jobs! a And still is. I cannot emphasise enough that Michele is still alive. b Private to the public but not to her followers, such as myself. c Not a typo, Michele loved1 satire. 38 1 And still loves to this day. Michele would often from the scan selected pages, then highlight excerpts that she found particularly fascinating. She told me that she vastly preferred to markup real books instead of these flimsier scans, but that she'd had too many awkward incidents where she'd highlighted something, realised she'd accidentally defaced a library book instead of one of her own, then had to go out-of pocket to pay for a replacement. Michele is born in Her mother i uses the reclining position: despite a rocky start, the birth is successful and uncontroversial. i I felt impolite asking Michele about her parents, since the topic clearly made her uncomfortable. But I really felt I might accomplish important and potentially award-worthy if I wrote about her relationship with her mother and father. I would try to bring it up with her organically, and when that didn't lead to anything productive, I then claimed that she would be protected from potential retribution by "interviewer-subject confidentiality".a After a more gentle dialogue, I came to understand the following; Michele hated both her parents intensely. However, she did concede that her mother possessed an instinctive knack for cooking what she called a 'big dinner'.b It was the most affectionate thing I ever heard her say about her parents. a This is not real. b Seperate from the interviewing process, Michele repeatedly using this adjective to describe dinner became a huge source of conflict between us as roommates. Whenever we shared an UberEats delivery or a GrubHub1 shipment she would ask me to check the menu to see if they offered a "big dinner". She'd usually select something to order then ask immediately as a follow-up, "Make sure you check the sizes." Challenging her about this weird belief felt extremely frustrating and unproductive. 1 I can obviously comprehend how Michele learned this word from cultural osmosis, and from reading and seeing it in entertainment. But she'd moved out of the U.S. less than three years after the founding of GrubHub, so I have no idea how the word entered her personal lexicon. I think this was just one of her eccentric approximations, like referring to the supermarket as Weingarten's or our shared home as the "big house".*

: so grim, in fact, The big parti of 1980 Michele is still in the , but early this year she successfully convinces to transfer her to so she can be with . Although they claim publiclyii that this is out of passion and affection, they privately spend years in intense couples therapy and .iii The prestige of 's title makes him an extremely prominent and controversial figure . Amongst their colleagues, Michele and 's relationship is the subject of endless speculation. i March to November. ii When she first used this word in conversation, I asked Michele to explain what she meant by "publicly", since it seemed like unnecessarily grandiose language.a She explained that although she wasn't a celebrity by any means, she was constantly hounded for exclusive interviews by 's internal : a When I said this, Michele made her face scrunch up and she furrowed her brow. iii Initially, I felt pretty bad for Michele as I started to go through these documents and put together a basic timeline of her relationship with . I was horrified she'd spent years of her life being defined by this loveless relationship. Then I got bored of thinking of this way, and I decided to stop feeling bad about it. It was a very simple thing for me to do, and it made my life a lot easier. 50 While I was sorting through all these, the thought occured to me; how had Michele collected all of these complaint forms? She initially dismissed me and waved it off. I wasn't satisfied, so I kept asking; Michele had from so her wouldn't or her for regarding and affairs. That was her explanation, anyway. I choose to believe she kept these as trophies, a reminder of a time where she was an undisputed alpha. December 9, 1982 Michele and officially tie the knot and get married in a lavish ceremony in Much like their courtship, their marriage has a rocky start. The wedding takes six months to plan and execute, mostly due to a significant disagreement regarding the wedding cake.i Her happy-go-lucky spirit pushed to its limit, Michele remembers this period as being the most frustrating and unrewarding of her entire life. i While interviewing Michele about this cake, I was reminded of my own recipe for scrambled eggs. For the curious, I was able to find this mockup I made for an failed pre-COVID book proposal; 52 At this point, is fairly high-profile, working as one of most powerful . Although Michele didn't know it at the time, was being privately prepared for a privately councils that he will need to begin building a positive reputation outside of the . Michele, in her own word, 'balked' at the idea of having to performatively exaggerate the quality of their marriage to placate the press. Her discomfort resulted in a lot of awkward profiles like this one; a first-person op-ed from in the -wide cooking magazine . Michele only conceded to this photoshoot under the condition that she was able to "co-write" exactly half of the article. December 14, 1982 Less than a week after their wedding, Michele and are coming home from their honeymoon to initiate a legal dispute over their pre-nupital agreement. claims that the document is too vague and inconclusive, and has no internal logic.i Michele tries to argue out of the lawsuit for the sake of the marriage,ii but he cannot be convinced. Michele remembers this period as being the most unrewarding and frustrating of her entire life.iii i One of the cool things I've found about working on a book, as opposed to a film or graphic piece, is that I can refer to other texts and incorporate them into this one without having to actually clear a licensing agreement. So, while reading this spread, please open a music streaming service and play the following track as background accompaniment; The Logical Song Supertramp ii My biggest question for Michele after reviewing all of these legal documents and ephemera is; why on earth did she stay married to ? Barely a week into their marriage, they'd already cancelled their honeymoon, had a feud in the media, and initiated a legal dispute. Anyone looking at the relationship objectively would have to consider these red flags. But Michele explained it to me in a way that made total sense; by , were considered if there was ever any kind of or . If Michele was even briefly and not would've lost her entire community and everything she'd worked for. So I still disagree with her choice. But I get it. , she iii Just for the record; I'm aware this factually contradicts what she said on page 52. She argued to me that the two statements can both be equally true and that they demonstrate a poetic evocation of how she truly felt on both occasions. I disagree with her premise and think the two contradictory passages are confusing, but I've included them both to try and accurately reflect her perspective. 54 I found it difficult to relate to , or comprehend his motivations. Michele mentioned in passing that her lawyer James had the same problem, so I requested this transcript of his prosecution from the state. I also reached out to James for an interview, but found him elusive as he had blocked my number. The entire trial reads to me as extremely frustrating and unproductive. It truly seems like I can only assume that came to the same conclusion; all of his future marriage litigations were January 18, 1983 At this point, and Michele's legal dispute has been in-progress for more than sixi months. Without her consent or knowledge, informs that Michele To confirm her allegiance to both marriage, Michele undergoes a brutal series of seven , designed as an After two days, one night of intense , the official declaration is made; Michele is to spend .ii i Seven. ii At this point in the narrative, I've requested that the reader consider a dark and unpleasant time in Michele's life. This is probably the grimmest thing depicted in the entire book. Additionally, as far as I understand it, reaching this point reflects that the reader is almost exactly halfway through the overall content of the book. Given all these factors, I think the reader now has enough contextual information to give an informed - and, I hope, positive - review of the book on a social media platform or cataloging website. If you aren't sure exactly what to say, here's an example of the type of thing you could write up; SINCERITY POST WARNIGN i read exactly one (1) book/s per year but I HAVE FOUND THE CAUSE OF THE CORONAVIRUS was it. it was so insane, was absolutely hooked. ok back 2 my job at the Newtown oporto where I spit in the food 1:38am Just to be clear: I only want you to post something like this if you genuinely believe it will reflect your own experiences. But, if your views happen to match what I've written above, having this to copy and repost will hopefully save you some time. 56 Michele had to explain this one to me. I was glad she did, and thanked her accordingly. Essentially, those They had no legal obligation to Over time, this slowly led to the above innovation; extremely physically overbearing cages, installed in homes and , that were intimidating but lacked the function of actually trapping the occupant. , allegedlyi I need to be upfront with you here, if you've even been able to dig out this text from underneath the illustrations that Michele has designed and placed on top of it. Michele told me in a very matter-of-fact and upfront way that she fully intended to obscure every single word of the original paragraph that I wrote for this page. True to her word: on a couple of print mockups that I produced, she completely blacked out the entire A4 pasteboard. Destroying the entire page seemed like a waste of space - and, if this ever gets professionally printed, ink - so we both decided that instead of just completely blanking out this entire page, we'd do something visual for the reader. I think this probably works for the best, incidentally. This is slightly beyond the halfway point in the narrative, so it might informally work as a good act break to disrupt the conventional format of the book's spreads and do something to kind of jolt anyone who is just scrolling through this casually or mousing over the thumbnails in Scribd. While we're enjoying this unique and slightly less neurotic digression than the footnotes, I'd like to directly address anyone who is currently enjoying the book, or even just this textual element of it: thank you so much for your time and attention. I worked on this project for almost an entire year, not knowing if anyone would actually read the stupid thing - or if the format was even technically feasible. At several points, I felt like working on this was driving me completely insane. But I was compelled, both by ego and years of fantasizing about specific formatting jokes or structural devices that only a book affords. I've given this project so much of my time and mental energy that I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to do anything else like this ever again. I'd also like to take this opportunity to address anyone who did not enjoy the book: fair opinion, I totally understand, but I really would appreciate it if you could keep that to yourself. I'd rather not know the details, honestly. Please don't message me - or any high-profile journalists - about why you didn't like the book. i Michele's claim for when this photo was taken. I tried to extract EXIF data from the photograph, but was unable to find any kind of time, date, or location information within the print. 58 In an exact quote from the interview I conducted with her on April 26, 2020, Michele told me that she "was cast out onto the of the for a full 96 hours whilst with child. I sweat, starved, and shook with fury. When I reflect back on this period, I feel sick." [sic] May 25, 1983i The brand-new science fiction film Episode VI: is released to record-breaking box office and an enthusiastic critical reception. The films' co-screenwriter and executive producer, Mr. , cements his legacy in cinema history as not just a commercial success but also one of its most iconic auteurs. i Sourced this exact date from Wikipedia.a There wasn't a solid reference cited for it, but it still sounds right to me. a This reminded me: I'd love to see this book receive a Wikipedia page. I'd never make it myself, though - I firmly believe entries like that in resources like wikis, or Goodreads, should only be made if there's genuine public interest. Who am I to judge if this book deserves it? However, even just pragmatically, I think it'd be reasonable to assume an entry would look something like this; I Have Found The Cause of the Corona Virus (book) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This article may meet Wikipedia's criteria for speedy deletion. I Have Found The Cause of the Corona Virus (stylized as I HAVE FOUND THE CAUSE OF THE CORONA VIRUS) is a 2021 Australian[1] e-book, self-published by Ryan Dell. Presented as a collaboration between Dell and his roommate Michele, the book purports to be guerilla journalism documenting the original cause of the COVID-19 pandemic through a memoir-style retelling of Michele's life story. However, a substantial portion of the book - including Michele's last name - is completely censored.[2] The book is mostly notable for its role as evidence in several high-profile lawsuits, both in Australia[3][4][5] and internationally.[6][7] I Have Found The Cause of the Corona Virus Authors Cover Artist Pages ISBN Ryan Dell Michele[a] Ryan Dell Michele[a] 128 pp[b] TBD Cover (1st edition, 2020) Contents [hide] 1 Synopsis 2 Reception 3 Controversies 3.1 Authorship dispute 3.2 Plagiarism accusation 3.3 Wikipedia astroturfing 4 Reference 60 I begged Michele for something different to scan and include on this page. I already knew from the experience I'd had laying out page 52 that incorporating a full spread from another book into a single page is really difficult and awkward. She insisted on including this, though. I tried my best to make it work, but I'm really not happy with this compromise. December 22, 1983 Michele is invited to the wedding of a couple she barely knows. To keep up appearances, she agrees to temporarily leave her voluntary and attend with Although she cherishes the brief excursion and elegant catering, the wedding is otherwise uneventful - with one exception. While waiting for a valeti to fetch 's car, Michele strikes up a brief chat with fellow guest Mr. . Michele will remember the conversation for the rest of her life. i I looked them up in the Michelin Guide, and found this review: After going through two versions of revisions on this page with Michele, I suddenly felt I had to ask a critical question of her that I hadn't had the courage to ask before: why was she censoring so much of this book? I couldn't see why including this location or phone number were dealbreakers. But she levelled with me: she said, "I'm paranoid, Ryan. Having all this shit in some PDF freaks me out. I don't want someone tracking me down." It was a really compelling and earnest plea, which is what made it so hard for me to pretend multiple times in a row that I couldn't hear what she said. 62 Although the main courses were light, Michele informed me that the "party favors" were generously shared, including; quaaludes, crack cocaine, multiple classes of amyl in varities from "room odoriser" to "engine oxidizer", cigaweed, "smack", ecstasy, "big" LSD, edibles, and nitrous oxide chargers (all distributed in bags), in addition to alcohol (distributed in bottles). August 5, 1987 FRAMING DEVICE! Theses events have been reconstructed thanks to off-the-record interviews from a limited number of sources. To protect their identities, it is presented with an objective point-of-view in the style of “deep background” journalism. Michele takes in the room. The heart monitor she’s hooked up to occasionally gives off muted beeps. There's a view out the window of faded autumn leaves and an unused train line. There’s also a third poignant detail that adds extra atmosphere and helps make the situation feel more relatable and grounded. It takes a moment for her to realize, but she feels the most relaxed she's felt in years. Since... She closes her eyes and remembers that wedding afterparty from all those years ago. The smell of the chairs, the comfortable food. Finally having the big dinner that she'd been craving for so long. Swelling with pride from being in the same room - breathing the same oxygen - as so many SAG-accredited thespians. And, of course, the five minutes she spent talking to Mr. . Over the years, she'd forgotten certain details, or emphasised certain minituae from having the grooves in her brain that remembered this anecdote calcify and strengthen. She must have revisited this night thousands of times. The personal inquiries, the eye contact, the brief silence while both parties tried to gauge the others' explicit stance regarding the Viet Cong in a way that would give them a graceful out if need be. As Michele remembered the two of them laughing about something which in retrospect was indispituably racist, a pang in her gut jolted her back into reality. Michele noticed a three-inch long bandage on her stomach was bleeding out. Huh?, said Michele. Exactly fourteen seconds later, the door to the room opened. Then it shut. Then it opened again. Then it shut a second time. Then it opened again. Several nurses and a single doctor rushed in. They grab a blanket from her, never to be returned. One thing was clear in Michele's mind. She never communicated it to anyone at the time or made some kind of factual record of what it was, so logically there's no possible way it can be included in the omniscient narration of this scene, but whatever this thing was: the fact that it was located in her mind was indisputable. 64 True to form, Michele did not "journal" her life in the conventional sense. I don’t think I should comment on this one, beyond factually acknowledging that it’s a page from Michele’s diary. It’s no indictment of the content, I just personally associate journaling with mental illness and having a lack of control over the id. If anyone would like a brief but vaguely academic pull quote from me on this subject, I’ve included one below; May-June, 1991 Michelle, alternating between a and the , has spent most of the previous eight yearsi in some form of voluntary . As a personal project, and to erase a lifelong shame, Michele requests a series of educational resources to help her finally learn how to read and write.ii i With multiple and oft-repeated exceptions, including; ten "free" days per year, all public holidays to an average of eight per year, birthdays, and 12 weeks' worth of sick/carer's leave. ii I just wanted to address this reveal a little more directly than some of the other plot points in Michele's story, as it took me a while to make sense of it myself. Yes, for the first 3 years of her life, Michele was completely illiterate. Instinctively, it felt impossible - a ludicrous logistical impossibility. However, the more I asked Michele about her life, and crossreferenced it against everything I'd documented so far, I realized that only did this reveal make complete sense, but that it'd been delicately foreshadowed the entire time; Page Incongruity 16 How did she sign her initial on her driver's license? 43 The letter from her therapist says that Michele's "handwriting needs improvement". 44-45 Not so much a question as a statement, but I just want to check Michele didn't fill out these forms. 46-49 Ohh, wait, ignore these ones. I guess it's never explicitly stated Michele sent any responses. 53 How did Michele "co-write" this article? 59 Michele wrote "shop" onto this photograph in marker. Did she do that on the original print? Misc. I think I noticed a different logical impossibility. Explanation Michele's first answer within the interview excerpted on page 50 explicitly states she has no idea what her own initial is. It's implied by the phrasing that her parents taught her how to sign documents, but didn't explain that "part". Although the phrasing is disingenuous and extremely misleading, this was a factually accurate observation. Yep, that's right. Her therapist marked them up on her behalf, and added his own notes, in what I've color-corrected to be pink pen. That's all good, I'd rather double check and be thorough. Nice try. The reference to "shouting" in the copy and the general premise only make logical sense if the content is being constructed through dual dictation. Yep, but the faint timecode stamp on the bottom right clearly indicates that it was taken in 2008 and is therefore one of the books' non-linear digressions. Email it to me at either of my addresses with subject line Gotcha! 66 I wanted to try and use this interactive CD for myself, so I could better understand how Michele taught herself to read. Unfortunately, I don't own a PC with a disc drive. November 5, 1996 Michele, still in the hospital and recovering from another routine operationi, requests and is granted supervised leave to perform a critical task she's been anticipating for weeks: voting for a Democratii in the U.S. Presidential election. i Which, in my opinion, is a weird way to describe a pregnancy. Feels too glib. ii I interviewed her about this, and she claimed at the timea that 1992 was her first vote in a Presidential election. But when I investigated further with the Texas voting registry, it quickly became apparent this wasn't strictlyb true. She was on record as having submitted a vote for almostc every single preceding Presidential election during which she was eligible; 68 a And still claims to this very day. b Or leniently, either. c And, indeed, all of them. It took me a couple weeks to realize that including this ballot to help illustrate Michele's voting record made it somewhat self-evidently redundant. December 31, 1999, and also January 1, 2000 Due to a frenzied collective paranoia regarding security, Michele is temporarily removed from her open and ushered onto a spare , so that she can be supervised without disrupting any of the ' New Year's celebrations. The party feels constricted at first, but eventually everyone realizes there's no-one on board invested in enforcing protocol. The congenial vibe and general feeling of euphoria put Michele in a peaceful state of mind - and remind her, more than anything, of Mr. As the other and dance - and the former try to eat as much as possible - Michele stands off in the corner, finding that every detail around her reminds her of that cold December nighti from almostii fifteen years ago. It’s at this moment Michele finally decides that she wants to leave