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“Have you come across a phenomenon which we might call “parallel conversations” before? What do I mean by that? I mean where one thing can be said at a rational and everyday level, and yet something else, some other message or signal, modulates that basic carrier wave. ... [S]omeone might use a metaphor or a common saying (either knowingly or unconsciously) such as “There's no point in mending fences while the wind s up”, which might rationally fit in with a physical task that they were carrying out at home over the weekend, and yet might convey other meanings to whomever they were talking to.”

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Secret Friends: The Ramblings of a Madman in Search of a Soul

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