Nostradamus Predicts the Future of Literature

Because it seemed like a good idea at the time, I asked the Nostradamus Quatrain Generator a simple question: "What is the future of literature?"

The answer:
A great king captured by the hands of a young man
Will be found in the temple of the Vestals
Beaucaire Arles will retain the hostages
Nimes, Toulouse perish in water, the market to collapse
Not being the world's best interpreter of Old Nost, I asked another question: "Huh?"

The answer:
Garden of the world near the new city
Over the walls to throw ashes, lime chalk and dust
To prepare for a journey torments the first offspring
When the dead will come out of their graves
I began to feel a bit, well, frustrated with my intellectual capabilities -- capabilities the Lovecraft Engine labelled "the rigid, anthropoid yammer".

Finally, I put the first quatrain into a translator, and all was made clear:
The Future of Literature
as predicted by Nostradamus
and translated by an algorithm


A nincompoop king captured by insolent bullethole of tee-totaler womany man

Will be found worthless insolent busdrivers of insolent Vestals

Beaucaire Arles will retain insolent hostages

Nimes, Toulouse perish worthless happy-flapjacks, insolent market to collapse

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