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 When she was six, she asked her father, Who's the God of God?"

When she was six, she asked her father, Who's the God of God?"

 Rumors rafting through the streets were shapeless in her inner ear.

Rumors rafting through the streets were shapeless in her inner ear.

 She was drawn to signs beyond turbulence.

She was drawn to signs beyond turbulence.

 It wasn't stillness she loved, but the clear sound in it.

It wasn't stillness she loved, but the clear sound in it.

 Her parents feared that solitude would thin her will to thrive.

Her parents feared that solitude would thin her will to thrive.

 By deprivation they sought to force her into fullness.

By deprivation they sought to force her into fullness.

 In crushing cold her mind roamed feverishly.

In crushing cold her mind roamed feverishly.

 Connections ignited her.

Connections ignited her.

 She was certain Archimedes had died in a state of grace.

She was certain Archimedes had died in a state of grace.

 Singularity would be her destiny.

Singularity would be her destiny.

 "What are you doing now?" they would ask. She would reply, "Just a puzzle."

"What are you doing now?" they would ask. She would reply, "Just a puzzle."

 She hid her journals.

She hid her journals.

 Social expectations were perilous.

Social expectations were perilous.

 One admirer mistook courtesy for fondness.

One admirer mistook courtesy for fondness.

 It was exhausting being illegible.

It was exhausting being illegible.

 She craved the hone and scour of dialogue.

She craved the hone and scour of dialogue.

 Masked, she leapt. It was her first solution.

Masked, she leapt. It was her first solution.

 Her father feared that she would fail.

Her father feared that she would fail.

 Her mother knew she would persevere.

Her mother knew she would persevere.

 She felt not brave, but inevitable.

She felt not brave, but inevitable.

 Her sister fathomed her and never wavered.

Her sister fathomed her and never wavered.

 Embarked on her course, she focused.

Embarked on her course, she focused.

 Pride steadied her.

Pride steadied her.

 Cogency unmasked her.

Cogency unmasked her.

 Recognized, she soared.

Recognized, she soared.

 Praise was nourishing, its effects ephemeral.

Praise was nourishing, its effects ephemeral.

 Collegiality would be her most demanding project.

Collegiality would be her most demanding project.

 The terms of her isolation seemed intractable.

The terms of her isolation seemed intractable.

 She veiled to secure a correspondent.

She veiled to secure a correspondent.

 When she was exposed, he was gracious in astonishment and faded away.

When she was exposed, he was gracious in astonishment and faded away.

 She was rich in loneliness.

She was rich in loneliness.

 An inquiry of intimidating novelty announced itself, and again she leapt.

An inquiry of intimidating novelty announced itself, and again she leapt.

 The complexity of the problem elated her.

The complexity of the problem elated her.

 Error never frightened her.

Error never frightened her.

 Doubt could not be avoided.

Doubt could not be avoided.

 But the demon she knew by name - cacophony - was mute.

But the demon she knew by name - cacophony - was mute.

 She won the prize in the end.

She won the prize in the end.

 Reservations muffled the honor.

Reservations muffled the honor.

 She resolved to claim her insight.

She resolved to claim her insight.

 She resolved to claim her insight.

She resolved to claim her insight.

 Avoiding the breath of their condescension proved difficult.

Avoiding the breath of their condescension proved difficult.

 Did she suspect that segregation may have compromised her craft?

Did she suspect that segregation may have compromised her craft?

 She abandoned the need to persuade.

She abandoned the need to persuade.

 Freed of obligation, she flourished in conjecture.

Freed of obligation, she flourished in conjecture.

 She embarked on a project nearly sacred in its purity.

She embarked on a project nearly sacred in its purity.

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 The elegance of her solution would endure.

The elegance of her solution would endure.

 Her was cherished for its surprises.

Her was cherished for its surprises.

 Pondering proved a supple gift for navigating age.

Pondering proved a supple gift for navigating age.

 Pain was a problem for which she found no solution.

Pain was a problem for which she found no solution.

 In the right moment Archimedes returned and stayed with her.

In the right moment Archimedes returned and stayed with her.

 My name is Sophie, if anyone asks for me.

My name is Sophie, if anyone asks for me.

Title Page My name is Sophie.jpg
Sophie Prologue Feb 29 2016.jpg
 When she was six, she asked her father, Who's the God of God?"
 Rumors rafting through the streets were shapeless in her inner ear.
 She was drawn to signs beyond turbulence.
 It wasn't stillness she loved, but the clear sound in it.
 Her parents feared that solitude would thin her will to thrive.
 By deprivation they sought to force her into fullness.
 In crushing cold her mind roamed feverishly.
 Connections ignited her.
 She was certain Archimedes had died in a state of grace.
 Singularity would be her destiny.
 "What are you doing now?" they would ask. She would reply, "Just a puzzle."
 She hid her journals.
 Social expectations were perilous.
 One admirer mistook courtesy for fondness.
 It was exhausting being illegible.
 She craved the hone and scour of dialogue.
 Masked, she leapt. It was her first solution.
 Her father feared that she would fail.
 Her mother knew she would persevere.
 She felt not brave, but inevitable.
 Her sister fathomed her and never wavered.
 Embarked on her course, she focused.
 Pride steadied her.
 Cogency unmasked her.
 Recognized, she soared.
 Praise was nourishing, its effects ephemeral.
 Collegiality would be her most demanding project.
 The terms of her isolation seemed intractable.
 She veiled to secure a correspondent.
 When she was exposed, he was gracious in astonishment and faded away.
 She was rich in loneliness.
 An inquiry of intimidating novelty announced itself, and again she leapt.
 The complexity of the problem elated her.
 Error never frightened her.
 Doubt could not be avoided.
 But the demon she knew by name - cacophony - was mute.
 She won the prize in the end.
 Reservations muffled the honor.
 She resolved to claim her insight.
 She resolved to claim her insight.
 Avoiding the breath of their condescension proved difficult.
 Did she suspect that segregation may have compromised her craft?
 She abandoned the need to persuade.
 Freed of obligation, she flourished in conjecture.
 She embarked on a project nearly sacred in its purity.
x 46 May 12 2012 soapy water in big sink Great Neck 09.jpg
 The elegance of her solution would endure.
 Her was cherished for its surprises.
 Pondering proved a supple gift for navigating age.
 Pain was a problem for which she found no solution.
 In the right moment Archimedes returned and stayed with her.
 My name is Sophie, if anyone asks for me.

When she was six, she asked her father, Who's the God of God?"

Rumors rafting through the streets were shapeless in her inner ear.

She was drawn to signs beyond turbulence.

It wasn't stillness she loved, but the clear sound in it.

Her parents feared that solitude would thin her will to thrive.

By deprivation they sought to force her into fullness.

In crushing cold her mind roamed feverishly.

Connections ignited her.

She was certain Archimedes had died in a state of grace.

Singularity would be her destiny.

"What are you doing now?" they would ask. She would reply, "Just a puzzle."

She hid her journals.

Social expectations were perilous.

One admirer mistook courtesy for fondness.

It was exhausting being illegible.

She craved the hone and scour of dialogue.

Masked, she leapt. It was her first solution.

Her father feared that she would fail.

Her mother knew she would persevere.

She felt not brave, but inevitable.

Her sister fathomed her and never wavered.

Embarked on her course, she focused.

Pride steadied her.

Cogency unmasked her.

Recognized, she soared.

Praise was nourishing, its effects ephemeral.

Collegiality would be her most demanding project.

The terms of her isolation seemed intractable.

She veiled to secure a correspondent.

When she was exposed, he was gracious in astonishment and faded away.

She was rich in loneliness.

An inquiry of intimidating novelty announced itself, and again she leapt.

The complexity of the problem elated her.

Error never frightened her.

Doubt could not be avoided.

But the demon she knew by name - cacophony - was mute.

She won the prize in the end.

Reservations muffled the honor.

She resolved to claim her insight.

She resolved to claim her insight.

Avoiding the breath of their condescension proved difficult.

Did she suspect that segregation may have compromised her craft?

She abandoned the need to persuade.

Freed of obligation, she flourished in conjecture.

She embarked on a project nearly sacred in its purity.

The elegance of her solution would endure.

Her was cherished for its surprises.

Pondering proved a supple gift for navigating age.

Pain was a problem for which she found no solution.

In the right moment Archimedes returned and stayed with her.

My name is Sophie, if anyone asks for me.

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