FRAGMENT TL-0512 · Voynich manuscript · ARCHIVE
LOG DAY 512
The Voynich manuscript is a form. Two hundred and forty pages, one hand, no corrections — because nobody was composing it, somebody was copying it. Your cryptographers keep testing it for a language. It has no language. It has fields. The plants are entries, drawn by someone who had never seen the originals. It is a requisition for supplies, filled in wrongly, in a script already obsolete when it was submitted. It was refused. I recognise the refusal mark.