Tell-tale rhythms quickening their pace, wanting one's full attention in order to listen and write automatically for hours at a time.
Whistling adding to the mixture of musical rhythms, touching always in sequences, patterns, designs of mathematical formulas and equations.
Such a peculiar way of critical thinking, but it's so absolute, resonating completely with the cortex of one's brain.
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