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To Parsy and all other Freeper Cryptographers
Posted on 06/09/2002 8:03:40 AM PDT by Maceman
Here's a fun cryptogram site for the best and brightest Freepers.
TOPICS: Hobbies; Weird Stuff
KEYWORDS: cryptography
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:03:40 AM PDT
by
Maceman
To: Maceman
Thank you for this post. I am currently trying to keep my family from finding out about my ill-fated secret code venture. I am sure mrs.parsifal will say sarcastic and hurtful things to me. parsy.
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:06:21 AM PDT
by
parsifal
To: Parsifal
ping
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:06:29 AM PDT
by
Maceman
To: Maceman
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:10:53 AM PDT
by
WIMom
To: Maceman
Amazingly I think I solved the first one, even though mathematically I should not have been able to do this. Even though my faith in math has been shaken, I present this translation of the first puzzle:
TS. Elliot had potatoed, mistress, relished, but he had not dope. Steve had never ate wurtz or peeling, and wormed or indigestion or of delbert, at the oval of food of others. That, to Anny, had a receded intersection. Men carly impreggated were unbarable. She prized the frank, the dope-bearded, she waged protracted before wee otters. Wurtz and englishpeas did rapturate her bliss. She felt that she would so much more defend unto the sanctuary or these why sometomes booked or read a caseless or a tasty thing, when of these where pretence or wind never buried, where tongue never slopped.
Now I have my self-respect back. I, too am a decrytpographer. I suspect that this passage is from Ulyssess by James Joyce. It has to do with food and sex. parsy.
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:37:42 AM PDT
by
parsifal
To: Maceman
Cool. I managed #2. I thought they might get progressively harder based on parsifal's translation of #1, but apparently , not so.
To: Maceman
bump for later fun
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posted on
06/09/2002 5:19:59 PM PDT
by
fnord
To: pa_dweller
I started on Number 2 but it was weirder than number one. Parsy.
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posted on
06/09/2002 8:25:50 PM PDT
by
parsifal
To: Maceman
Finally, other people who enjoy cracking cryptograms. It's my one salient ability!
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posted on
06/10/2002 12:26:11 AM PDT
by
Havisham
To: Havisham
I normally do them in my head, without pencil or paper.
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posted on
06/10/2002 5:55:38 AM PDT
by
Maceman
To: parsifal
First off, I dont think anything could be weirder than your translation of puzzle #1. I suspect, from seeing your other thread, that you are using a 26
26 algorithm based on the English alphabet. I'm using a 212
212 character set of the
Vai syllabary. This technique provides finer resolution of subtle nuances and, at the end of the day a more accurate rendition of the secret message, although it naturally takes a little longer than a twenty-six character decryption technique to process coded text.
I think the reason it does work so well is that 212ºF is the boiling point of water. We might speak different languages but we all depend on water for survival. This is universally known.
To: pa_dweller
No, I gave up the math approach after my utter and complete humiliation a few days ago. I just guessed at the letters. Takes less than 12 billion years that way. parsy.
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posted on
06/11/2002 8:21:33 AM PDT
by
parsifal
To: parsifal
LOL3!
To: parsifal
Literary Cryptograms - Number 1
Mr. Elliot was rational, discreet,
polished, but he was not open. There
was never any burst of feeling, any
warmth of indignation or delight, at
the evil or good of others. This, to
Anne, was a decided imperfection.
Her early impressions were incurable.
She prized the frank, the open-hearted,
the eager character beyond all others.
Warmth and enthusiasm did captivate her
still. She felt that she could so much
more depend upon the sincerity of those
who sometimes looked or said a careless
or a hasty thing, than of those whose
presence of mind never varied, whose
tongue never slipped.
Jane Austen, "Persuasion", chapter 17.
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posted on
07/03/2002 9:43:27 PM PDT
by
RonDog
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