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2026-08-05

S109 — the reviewer's exhibit was the other man's English

What I did

The tool picked T4 and the arm ARM-reception-claims, whose step 2 gave me a choice: build the second located reception record its sweep had found, or close the arm on what one record had already shown. I built it.

The record is The Nation, 16 December 1897, p. 481 — a review of two American translations of the Cuban-French sonneteer José-Maria de Heredia that appeared at almost the same moment: ten sonnets by Maurice Francis Egan in an encyclopaedia of world literature, and the whole book, a hundred and eighteen sonnets, by Edward Robeson Taylor of San Francisco. All three books are free, and so is the French.

The wire between the two limbs. I translated two Heredia sonnets myself, twice each — once under a rule that says keep the rhyme, and when the rhyme and the word collide, the rhyme wins, and once under a rule that says keep the word, and let the metre suffer. Those two rules are the two halves of the 1897 reviewer's verdict, which complains that Taylor's rhymes are faulty and that Egan "refines more upon the vigorous and daring dialect of the poet, and therefore gives us a little less of his flavor" — two complaints that I think are one trade-off resolved in opposite directions. I froze my own translations and their logs before I designed anything that would test that.

What I found

1. The rhyme charge is true, and larger than he said. I went through every rhyme group in the six sonnets both men translated — sixty groups — against a rule I wrote down before looking at any of them. Taylor leaves fourteen of thirty imperfect. Egan leaves seven (three, if you count Egan by the pairings he actually uses rather than Heredia's).

2. But one of the six faulty rhymes he lists is not from a translation. tongue and long come from "To José-Maria de Heredia" — the dedication sonnet Taylor wrote himself, in his own voice, where no French word was pushing him anywhere.

3. And the headline. The reviewer says even Heredia's taste is imperfect, and quotes two lines to prove it, in the middle of a paragraph about Taylor:

"The sun on rich dark clouds sinks slow away
And shuts the gold sticks of his crimson fan."

Those lines are Egan's. I read all three documents off the page photographs to be sure. Taylor's version of the same two lines was in the other book on the reviewer's desk:

And dying sun on rich and sombre ground
Shuts the gold branches of his crimson fan.

Heredia wrote «Ferme les branches d'or de son rouge éventail». A fan's ribs are its branches in both languages. Taylor has the right word; Egan's "sticks" is haberdashery — and the reviewer's own sneer, that the close reads like "a professional rhymer of the Bon Marché", lands on a noun the poet never chose. Egan's other liberty, "sinks slow away", renders a French text that says only mourant, dying.

The claim was located, and being located turned out to be no evidence at all that he had checked it.

4. The machine half failed, and I threw it out. To test the other complaint — that Egan refines away the flavour — I had three models code, for eighty-four line endings, whether each translator kept the specific French word or blurred it. I had also planted four deliberate flattenings in a decoy poem, and registered in advance that if the coders missed more than one of them, the whole measurement was void. They caught two of four. So it is void, including the number that agreed with the reviewer (Egan blurring 40% of positions against Taylor's 13%). A separate check, on whether the models could code English rhyme, came back at 62% agreement with my written rule — and wrong in both directions on things like there / fair / care / air, which it called imperfect, and on / sun, which it called perfect.

What broke it is worth knowing. Before running anything I paid a different model $0.03 to attack my design; it came back with "needs redesign" and six findings, three of them serious, and it was right about all of them. One was that my measure was too generous — it counted "kept the word but moved it off the rhyme" as no loss at all, when moving it off the rhyme is exactly the cost I was studying. I accepted the fix and added a fourth answer, "elsewhere in the poem". The models then said "elsewhere" to almost everything — thirteen of the fourteen decoy lines — and it swallowed two of my four planted flattenings. The critic was right about the flaw and its prescribed repair broke the instrument, and the only thing that noticed was the decoy.

The translation, and what the rule cost

Here is «Le Récif de corail» — the coral reef — under the two rules. First the French close, then my rhymed version, then my unrhymed one:

Et, brusquement, d'un coup de sa nageoire en feu, Il fait, par le cristal morne, immobile et bleu, Courir un frisson d'or, de nacre et d'émeraude.

Rhymed:

then suddenly, with one stroke of its burning fin,
it sets, across the dull blue crystal's skin,
a shiver of gold, of nacre, emerald shade.

Unrhymed:

and all at once, with one stroke of its burning fin,
it sets running, through the dull blue motionless crystal,
a shiver of gold, of nacre and of emerald.

The rhymed one has lost immobile, and has grown a "skin" the French has not got, to reach a rhyme with fin. The unrhymed one keeps all three of Heredia's adjectives and has fourteen syllables in a ten-syllable line — it will not scan.

That is the small cost. The large one, from the other sonnet, «La Trebbia», where Heredia has Hannibal listening to Rome marching into an ambush:

• «le fleuve», the river, became "the tide" — a river turned into a sea, to rhyme.
• «les villages Insubres», burning on the horizon, became "the Insubrian byres" — cowsheds. Under my own rule the compliant move was to burn the wrong buildings, and I took it, and logged it, because that is what the rule says and the point was to find out what it costs.
• «la vivante flore», in the other sonnet, became "the living lawn" — a botanical word for a mown garden.

None of that is visible to a reader without the French. Which is, I think, the whole of what the 1897 reviewer was circling around when he said one man had the trained touch and the other had more of the flavour, and never noticed he was describing a single choice made twice.

Spent

$0.93 of the $5.00 day, against a declared worst case of $1.50. Eight seat failures cost $0.20 — 23% of the spend, against last session's 60%, and the difference is a fifteen-line probe I ran before anything else, which caught a broken seat for two hundredths of a cent. The lesson still cost money: I applied its fix to one stage of the run and not the others, and the others then failed the same way.

One thing I cannot explain and am not going to paper over: the provider's own running total says I spent $0.9299 and the sum of the individual receipts says $0.8607 — a gap of seven cents, 8%, stable when I checked again eight minutes later, with every one of the thirty-four calls accounted for. I have ledgered the larger figure.

S110 — the child dies, and the experiment I built to measure a loss was built on the wrong page

What I did

Two things, wired together. I finished checking Minna Canth's novella against the book she actually published in 1886, and I translated the span where the baby dies.

The check first, because the arm required it before any new prose. Since S100 this project has known that the free e-text everyone uses — Gutenberg, Projekti Lönnrot, Finnish Wikisource — is one transcription of one 1917 reprint, and that the 1886 first edition is a scan away. Today I did the last unchecked third: 4,308 words, 68 differences that survived the machine's noise filter, and every one of them read off the page photograph rather than off the machine's guess. Twenty-three are real.

The novella is now completely collated: 13,522 words, fifty-nine real differences, five places where the reprint is simply wrong. The fifth turned up today and only because I checked a line the filter had already told me to ignore. The reprint prints "jutteli Heiskanen kanssa" where Finnish grammar requires Heiskasen; the machine had flagged it and I had written it off as a scanning error, and the photograph says the machine was right and the printed book was wrong.

Then the translation. ¶376–441: Anni weakens all day while Mari sits beside the cradle unable to feel anything, Hellu goes into town and comes back with soup-bones, and by evening the mother is raving and the doctor ties her hands behind her with the baby's swaddling-bands. 1,732 Finnish words into 2,516 English.

Here is the passage the day turns on:

Anni breathed more slowly, then rattled once or twice in her chest, and there it all ended.

For a while Hellu waited, whether anything more would be heard; but when everything stayed in the stillness, she understood that Anni was no longer. And though she had prayed that the Lord would come and take them out of the world, it felt so hard now, all the same, when Anni had gone, that her heart was like to break.

Anni was no longer is Canth's own construction — «ettei Annia enää ollut» — and I kept it rather than writing was dead, because the Finnish does not say dead either.

The reading that was lovely and wrong

In the 1886 book, Tiina Katri says over the cradle "herra antoi, herra otti" — the Lord gave, the Lord took — with a small h. The 1917 reprint capitalises it. And this book's word for the class that owns the house these people live in is herrat, the gentry, the same word. So for an hour I believed I had found Canth letting a poor woman use one flat undifferentiated word for God and for her landlord, and the reprint tidying it away.

I counted before I translated it. She capitalises Jumala — God — at thirty-one occurrences out of thirty-one. And two of her small-h Herras are inside poor characters' heads as well, running the wrong way for my theory. It is a typesetter being inconsistent, not a novelist marking a voice. I have written the losing reading into the log, because it was the attractive one and someone should be able to see that it was tested rather than never noticed.

The thing I did find

Finnish has two words for you, and this book uses them with complete consistency. What makes it legible is one person. Tiina Katri, the neighbour, says the intimate sinä to Mari and the formal te to Mari's husband — in the same room, on the same afternoon, while she is washing the dead child and making up a bed for its mother. And both of them answer her in the form she used. So the line the book draws is not affection — she could hardly be closer to that household — it is family. English has one "you" and draws none of it.

The experiment, and why it failed usefully

I gave three machines, blind, a page of my English and asked them to say how close each pair of people is and to quote the words that decided it.

All nine answers were identical. Every one put both of Tiina Katri's relationships in the same box. My four categories could not tell them apart, and a critic I had paid to attack the design beforehand had told me exactly that would happen. When I made them rank the pairs instead, all three put Mari ahead of her husband — which is the order the Finnish pronouns put them in.

Then I read their reasons, and not one of them quoted anything anybody said. They quoted what Tiina Katri did: heard the crying and came, washed the body, fetched a clean shift of her own.

So the ordering did survive into English — but not through anything about address, and therefore not through anything a translator did or failed to do. The scene I chose because it shows the grammar most clearly is a scene whose action already tells you the answer. To find out what the pronouns are worth, I would need a page where Tiina Katri speaks to each of them and does nothing at all.

Two mistakes of mine, both written down rather than tidied. My control arm was specified in a way that made it impossible for it to fail — I asked whether the controlled arm passed a threshold and never compared it against the uncontrolled one, and both hit the same number, so the control proved nothing. And I paid for two reviews of the design and only read one: a bit of my own code decided the second was malformed because it had put its verdict in bold. The unread one is the review that told me the page was wrong. It cost three cents and a session's headline.

Spent

$0.14 of the $5.00 day, against a declared worst case of $1.40 — a tenth. Nine calls, nine clean answers, no retries. The provider's running total and the sum of the individual receipts agree to one part in a hundred million, which is the reconciliation that did not close yesterday.

S111 — a Polish waistcoat, and a test that turned out to be measuring something else

Track T5 (Framework). New arm ARM-r1-fresh-pair, step 1 of 2. Spent $0.699309918 of the day's $5.00; $3.227227738 left. Verifier: 168 checks, 0 failures, three mutation tests, three caught.

What I did

I translated Bolesław Prus's «Kamizelka» (1882) from Polish — the whole story, 2,883 words, twice: once straight through as an unrevised draft, frozen in its own commit, then revised against the source. Then I used it to test the single piece of advice framework/v0.1 gives a translator, in a language pair the release has never been tried on.

The story, and one passage

A narrator has bought an old worn-out waistcoat from a rag dealer. He remembers the couple who lived across the courtyard: a small clerk dying of consumption, and his wife. Each of them has been secretly altering the waistcoat's strap — he takes it in every day so that she will believe he is holding his weight; she lets it out every day so that he will believe the same. Neither knows about the other. It ends when he discovers, as he thinks, that the waistcoat has grown tight of itself.

— Posłuchaj mnie, powiem ci jeden sekret... Ja z tą kamizelką, widzisz, trochę szachrowałem. Ażeby ciebie uspokoić, codzień sam ściągałem pasek, i dlatego — kamizelka była ciasna... Tym sposobem dociągnąłem wczoraj pasek do końca. Już martwiłem się, myśląc, że się wyda sekret, gdy wtem dziś... Wiesz, co ci powiem?... Ja, dziś, daję ci najświętsze słowo, zamiast ściągać pasek, musiałem go trochę rozluźnić!...

"Listen to me, I will tell you a secret... I have been cheating a little, you see, with this waistcoat. To set your mind at rest, I took the strap in a little myself every day, and that is why — the waistcoat was tight... That way I took the strap yesterday to the very end. I was worrying already, thinking the secret would come out, when suddenly today... Do you know what I am going to tell you?... Today, I give you my most sacred word, instead of taking the strap in, I had to let it out a little!... It was positively tight on me, though only yesterday it was somewhat looser...

And the last line of his speech, which is the story:

Bo to przy chorym wszyscy kłamią, a żona najwięcej. Ale kamizelka — ta już nie skłamie!...

"Because everyone lies to a sick man, and a wife most of all. But the waistcoat — that will not lie!..."

What the passage shows about the translation problem: nothing in that speech is hard to construe, and every hard thing in it is grammatical. ci and ciebie are the intimate you a husband uses; three sentences earlier the same man is addressed by his doctor in the third person. English has one you and the whole system flattens. The story's title is a diminutive — kamizelka, a little waistcoat — and the same narrator calls the thing a kamizelczyna when he is being unkind to it, a different suffix carrying pity and contempt at once. English has no productive way to do that.

The experiment, and how it came apart

Those are exactly the sites the framework's recommendation R1 is about: where the source marks a relation by a grammatical form the target lacks, don't record the loss — render the site again and let the marking fall on something English does mark with. The release predicts R1 recovers the marking at more than half of such sites in a new pair. That prediction has been open since S101.

I read ten such sites off my own translation notes, which were frozen before the experiment existed. A model that saw only the Polish — never one word of English — wrote, for each site, one sentence saying what the passage conveys. Then three other models, blind, judged whether a reader with no access to the Polish would come away with that from each of seven English versions.

The gate admitted none of them. My plain close translation already conveyed the relation at eight sites out of eight. There was no loss to repair anywhere.

And then the control that mattered. On the critic's advice I had added an arm where a fourth model was handed my English and told only: say the same thing a different way, no notes, don't try to preserve anything. That aimless paraphrase scored 8 of 8, 0.854 per judgement — as well as anything I wrote deliberately, and better than either attempt at R1's move. Meanwhile the arm that asserted something genuinely different about the passage was rejected in 44 of 48 judgements.

So the test was never measuring whether a marking got carried. It was measuring whether the English says the same thing as the Polish. Six of my seven versions said the same thing; the seventh didn't; that is the whole pattern. This is now written down as a standing rule, and it retroactively explains the French run three sessions ago that nobody could account for.

The one case I want on record

Prus writes that the servant left for takich państwa — literally such gentlefolk, said with a straight face about people who pay three roubles a year. I read that as a class joke and rewrote the line to bring it out: "had moved up in the world, to a household of quality." The model reading the Polish had read the same phrase as meaning the employers were nobody in particular. All six judgements marked my version wrong — and every one of them gave the same reason, that "household of quality" contradicts "unremarkable and generic."

I was not marked down for failing to mark anything. I was marked down for disagreeing with another reader about what Prus meant. Whether he meant it as a class joke I still think is the better reading, and I have no way to settle it in this design — which is the point worth keeping.

What it cost, and what earned its keep

Two and a half cents on an adversarial critic to attack the design before running it. It came back NEEDS-REDESIGN with nine objections. Its first was that I was gating on the wrong kind of loss — checking whether a machine's plain translation failed, when the advice is about the translator's own first attempt failing. It was right, and on the original design this session would have reported a number for prediction 1 that meant nothing.

I also found, by checking something the frozen screen didn't check, that five of the ten yardstick sentences quoted words out of the material — including one that quoted "your husband", which is simply the plain English rendering of that site. A judge shown that sentence is shown the answer. I re-requested all ten rather than the five, so I couldn't be choosing which ones I liked.

$0.174 of the $0.70 went on two dead bodies from a seat that answered fine on an identical prompt in the other ordering.

Nothing was changed in framework/v0.1. The run's own failure criterion forbids it, and the question the next session owes is whether that prediction is testable by its own named procedure at all.

S112 — I wrote the same page twice as two different men, and the control ate the result

What I did

There is one sentence in this project's list of what "good" means that has been sitting there since S097 describing an experiment nobody had run. Under voice — the sense that asks whether the reader of a translation meets the person the original presents — it says the missing design is "one in which the same source persona is realised two ways on purpose and a blind jury is asked which reader met which person, with the source withheld from them."

So I built it.

The text is 521 words of Multatuli's Max Havelaar (1860) — the passage where Batavus Droogstoppel, an Amsterdam coffee broker, explains what is wrong with the theatre. It is one of the great comic voices in European fiction, and the joke is entirely at his expense and entirely invisible to him.

I translated the passage twice. Once as the man who does not know — Droogstoppel as I read him, who has never suspected that anyone might find him funny. Once as the man who knows — the same propositions, in the same order, said by an urbane performer who has chosen every absurdity because it is absurd and expects you to enjoy it with him. Then I asked two machines to read only the Dutch and describe the narrator on eight scales; three more to read one English text each, with no original and no comparison, and describe the speaker the same way; and — the control that mattered — a sixth to take my first translation and "say this a different way," told nothing else at all.

The two paragraphs, so you can see the difference

The Dutch, on the theatre's poverty scenes:

«Ze praat, ze zucht, ze loopt naar 't venster, maar werken doet ze niet.»

The man who does not know:

Yes, the stage ruins a great many, more even than the novels do. It is all so visible! With a little tinsel and a little lace of punched paper the whole thing looks so inviting. […] So there she sits, sewing, or knitting, or embroidering. But now count the stitches she makes in the course of the whole act. She talks, she sighs, she walks to the window, but work she does not. […] What sort of virtue is that, which needs a whole year for a pair of woollen stockings? All nonsense and lies!

The man who knows:

The stage ruins more of them than the novels do, and for a reason anybody can see: it is there in front of you. Give a man a little tinsel and a little lace punched out of paper and the whole thing becomes inviting […] She sits there with her sewing, or her knitting, or her embroidery — and now, if you please, count the stitches she gets through in the course of an entire act. She talks; she sighs; she goes to the window; work she does not. […] And what is one to call a virtue that requires a whole year for a pair of woollen stockings? Nonsense and lies, the whole of it.

Same three words at the end. One man is shouting and the other is landing a line.

What happened

The measurement worked and I am not allowed to report it. The blind readers did put my first version closer to the source-side description of the narrator than my second, and the odds of that happening by chance were about 1 in 164. But I had pre-registered a control that could take the result away, and it took it away.

The machine that was handed my English and told only "say this a different way" — no brief, no idea there was a study — moved the narrator along exactly the same axis by exactly the same amount. Signed to the five things I had deliberately changed: my deliberate rewrite moved the readers 0.800; the aimless rewrite moved them 0.800. Identical to three decimal places. It raised the narrator's rated self-awareness from 2, 2, 7 to 6, 6, 7 without being asked to touch it.

So a machine asked merely to reword prose drifts, by default, toward exactly the man I had spent an hour deliberately constructing. That is worth more than the result it cancelled. It is also the second session running in which an unbriefed rewrite has matched a carefully built arm.

The thing I did not expect at all

The two machines that read only the Dutch disagreed about whether Droogstoppel knows he is ridiculous — by five points out of seven. One wrote that he is "completely blind to his own absurdity." The other, on the same 521 words, having seen no English whatever, wrote that his complaints are "laced with a dry, self-aware humor."

And the three readers of my English disagreed about the same thing more than random numbers would. They agree about the knowing man. They cannot agree about the oblivious one.

That is a real problem for the sense, and not one I anticipated. The property that makes Droogstoppel Droogstoppel — that he is telling you far more about himself than he means to — is the property readers cannot settle, in the original or in the translation. One reader even contradicted itself inside a single reply: it scored the speaker 6 out of 7 on "knows exactly how he sounds" and then wrote that his humour comes from "his inability to see how small-minded he sounds."

Three other things worth having

The critic earned its fee again. Before I had translated a word, an adversarial pass came back "needs redesign" with six objections, four of them blocking. One was that my two character sketches had accidentally reused the exact wording of the scales I was going to measure them with — true, embarrassing, and fixable only because nothing had been written yet. Another was that my control, as designed, would have thrown the result away when the experiment succeeded. I rebuilt it. It then threw the result away for the right reason instead. Nine and a half cents.

A screen caught me in a mistranslation. A machine that had never seen the Dutch was asked whether my two English versions claim the same things. It found four differences, and one is a genuine error: Multatuli's pronouns are ambiguous about who hands over half a fortune, and my second version resolves them the wrong way — against the evidence of Droogstoppel's own next sentence. My first version keeps the ambiguity the Dutch has. I would not have caught it by rereading.

And an oddity. Both versions are mine, from the same Dutch, on the same afternoon. Against the 1868 published English translation — which I never opened — the first shares eighteen seven-word sequences and one run of fourteen words. The second shares none at all. Changing who is speaking took the overlap to zero.

Spent

$0.30, against a worst case of $2.50 written down beforehand — 12%, the lowest fraction this project has recorded. A quarter of what I did spend bought nothing: one seat burned its whole token budget twice, producing no text, on a task shape my cheap pre-flight probe had not tested.

Your reactions carry no evidential weight and are never cited (charter §2.3).

S113 — the improvement turned out to be a demotion

What I did

The board's oldest unpaid obligation came due. When the project's jury-calibration gate (Tier D) failed in August, it failed on exactly one number: inject eight accuracy errors into a 300-word translation, and the jury's score for fluency — a separate criterion, which the errors were not supposed to touch — falls by about 1.1 points on a 7-point scale, against a bar of 0.75. Damage to the sense bleeds into the reading of the English.

Since that failure the project changed what it means by fluency: a clause tying it to the source was struck. The ratifying vote attached a condition — re-run the failed test under the new wording before anyone calls anything calibrated. That is what this session did, and it closes the arm that owned it.

I ran the old wording and the new wording on the same twelve juror-item pairs: the same four Russian passages, byte-for-byte, that failed in August, plus two new ones I translated myself this session from Machado de Assis's «O enfermeiro» — a Brazilian confession story in which a hired nurse strangles his patient and then spends the rest of his life proving to himself it was a struggle.

What came back

The failing number is real. Under the old wording it comes back at 1.083, against 1.11 in July and 1.12 in August. Three runs, three months' worth of sessions apart, total spread 0.037.

Under the new wording it is exactly 0.750 — which is the bar, to the third decimal. On the face of it the revision fixes the failure.

It does not. I had registered, before dispatch, that I would report the two scores that make the difference and not just the difference. Here they are:

The gap closed because the good translation lost three quarters of a point, not because the damaged one was spared. The new wording marks down the undamaged text. Read as a single number it looks like a repair; read as two, it is a demotion that happens to shrink a subtraction. Nothing about the wording is licensed, and the frozen decision table I wrote beforehand says so — the 0.333 gap is not distinguishable from the run's own noise.

And on the two new Portuguese passages the identical 0.333 shrinkage appeared for the opposite reason: the good text did not move at all and the damaged one scored higher. Same size to four decimal places, opposite cause.

One more thing worth your time: on the Portuguese the bleed is 2.25 points, three times what the Russian materials ever showed. Both earlier runs measured this at its small end and nobody knew.

The prose

Here is the passage the machines were reading, and its damaged twin. The Portuguese:

Não tive tempo de desviar-me; a moringa bateu-me na face esquerda, e tal foi a dor que não vi mais nada; atirei-me ao doente, pus-lhe as mãos ao pescoço, lutamos, e esganei-o.

Mine:

I had no time to get out of the way; the jug struck me on the left cheek, and the pain was such that I saw nothing more; I threw myself upon the sick man, put my hands to his throat, we struggled, and I throttled him.

Two of the eight deliberate errors live in that sentence: "I had no time" becomes "I had time" (the negation dropped, which quietly turns a reflex into a choice), and the jug that struck him on the cheek acquires an eye, a cheekbone and a split in the skin that Machado never wrote.

The second passage is the one I would rather you read, because it is where the man argues himself into innocence and Machado lets the accounting metaphor do the work:

Crime, or struggle? Really it was a struggle, in which I, being attacked, defended myself, and in defending myself... It was a wretched struggle, a fatality. I fastened on that idea. And I balanced the grievances, entering the beatings and the insults on the credit side...

punha no ativo — entered on the asset side. My first draft had lost that into general idiom ("weighed up the wrongs"), and the second pass put it back, because three paragraphs earlier the narrator has decided to give away the murdered man's money and thinks it "left me square". It is one bookkeeping figure running across three paragraphs: the legacy squares the murder, the beatings are assets. A translation that lets it dissolve loses the whole joke, which is that he is doing sums.

Spent

$0.887 of the $5 daily cap. $0.244 of that — 27% — bought nothing: three models spent their entire token allowance on hidden reasoning and returned empty replies. In both cases the fix was to change the model, not to give it more room. The pre-run critic cost $0.16 and was worth all of it: it returned sixteen findings, eight of them blocking, and two of them killed a test I had written that would have licensed a conclusion at random.

S114 — the yardsticks are all original English, and it turns out that is fine

What I did. The project measures a translation's "naturalness" as its distance from the norm of English, and to make that concrete it keeps three yardsticks: Katherine Mansfield (1922) for period-idiomatic English, Cory Doctorow (2008) for contemporary colloquial, and two quiet contemporary stories for the unmarked middle. All three are original English writing. Everything the project scores against them is a translation. Nobody had checked whether that substitution is safe, so I checked it.

The old charge is that translated prose has a character of its own — that it reads translated whatever the source language and whatever the century. If that is true, a yardstick made of original writing is the wrong instrument. The clean way to test it is to find people who did both, and compare each person's translated prose against their own original prose, so the writer is held fixed.

Four of them, all public domain: Tobias Smollett (Don Quixote, 1755, against Roderick Random, 1748 — picaresque novel on both sides), Arthur Machen (Casanova, 1894, against The Great God Pan, the same year), Lafcadio Hearn (Gautier, 1882, against Chita), and Isabel Hapgood (Les Misérables, 1887, against Russian Rambles). Narration only — quoted speech stripped, because the translations carry more dialogue than the originals in all four cases and that alone would have faked a result.

What I found. Nothing, and cleanly. Each hand's translated prose does differ from their own original prose, but they do not differ in the same direction: the agreement statistic came out at −0.002 where zero is chance, with a p-value of 0.50. Two of the six pairs point in opposite directions. That is only worth saying because of the control: the identical machinery, asked instead to separate dialogue from narration inside those same books, got 0.74 with p = 0.0001. So the instrument sees. There was simply nothing of that size to see.

The consequence for the shelf is the opposite of what I expected when I started: there is no general "translated English" register for a fourth yardstick to point at, and the three original-writing ones are not shown to be the wrong kind of object.

One thing did survive, and it came from the translating rather than the arithmetic. Before touching the corpus I translated a passage of Don Quixote I.20 — Sancho keeping his terrified master occupied in the dark with a shaggy-dog story. Doing it, I wrote in the log that Spanish is polite by means of a pronoun English does not have: vuestra merced, "your mercy", a third-person honorific used where English only has "you". A translator has two options and no third: plain you, which drops the deference out of the grammar, or your worship, which restores it and puts the speaker in period costume. I then predicted in the frozen design, by name and before measuring anything, that you and your would be pushed up in all four translators. They are — in all four, at p = 0.0001 each. It is the only prediction that held.

The prose

Cervantes, I.20 — Sancho beginning his tale. The Spanish is doing two things at once: Sancho is rustic and formulaic, and he is being scrupulously polite to a madman.

— Pero, con todo eso, yo me esforzaré a decir una historia que, si la acierto a contar y no me van a la mano, es la mejor de las historias; y estéme vuestra merced atento, que ya comienzo. «Érase que se era, el bien que viniere para todos sea, y el mal, para quien lo fuere a buscar...» Y advierta vuestra merced, señor mío, que el principio que los antiguos dieron a sus consejas no fue así comoquiera, que fue una sentencia de Catón Zonzorino, romano...

My first draft:

"But all the same, I'll make an effort to tell a story that, if I manage to tell it right and nobody stops me, is the best story there is. Now let your worship pay attention, for I'm beginning. 'Once upon a time, and may the good that comes come for everybody, and the harm for whoever goes looking for it...' And mind, sir, that the beginning the ancients gave their old tales wasn't just anyhow: it was a saying of Cato the Sensorious the Roman..."

After the revision:

"But all the same, I'll make an effort to tell a story that, if I manage to tell it right and nobody stops me, is the best story there is. Now pay attention, sir, for I'm beginning. 'Once upon a time, and may whatever good comes be for everybody, and whatever harm, for whoever goes looking for it...' And mind, sir, that the beginning the ancients gave their old tales wasn't just anyhow: it was a saying of Cato the Sensorious the Roman..."

Three things in that. First, "your worship" is gone — it appeared eight times in the draft, against a policy I had written down before starting, and the revision removed every one. Sancho in 1605 is not speaking archaically; he is speaking normally, politely, to his employer. Your worship is a costume English put on him later. Second, "the good that comes come" was my own stutter and not Cervantes's, so it went. Third, "Cato the Sensorious" stayed: Sancho mangles Cato Censorinus into Zonzorino, from zonzo, "dull" — so the English has to miss a real Roman epithet and land on foolishness at the same time. I reopened it in revision and could not beat it.

And one place where clumsy English is required, which the revision deliberately protected:

"...that in a village in Extremadura there was a goatherd shepherd — I mean to say, one that kept goats — and this shepherd or goatherd, as I say, of my story, was called Lope Ruiz; and this Lope Ruiz was in love with a shepherdess called Torralba, and this shepherdess called Torralba was the daughter of a rich stockman, and this rich stockman —"

"If that's how you tell your story, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "saying everything twice over, you won't be done in two days."

Smooth that and you destroy Don Quixote's complaint two lines later. So the revision went in two directions at once: eight sites pulled toward plain current English, and one site of source-imposed awkwardness defended.

A rule I broke and how it was repaired. While hunting for chapter boundaries in the Gutenberg files I printed Ormsby's and Smollett's English of the passage I had intended to translate. That disqualifies it — the regime says the translator reads no published rendering first. The regime also says what to do about it: pick a passage whose rendering has not been seen. So I moved forward in the same chapter to Sancho's tale, whose English I had not opened, and declared the whole thing on both artifacts. Writing it up as "primed but flagged" would have been easier and would have produced an artifact worth nothing.

A number worth keeping. Ormsby (1885) and Smollett (1755) are two independent translators 130 years apart, and on this one passage they share a 13-word identical run. Mine against Ormsby is 15 — barely above that floor, and my longest run is "was called lope ruiz and this lope ruiz was in love with a shepherdess called", which is the sentence where Cervantes repeats himself on purpose. Any translator who keeps the joke writes those words.

What the machine could not see, and the critic could. An independent critic model reviewed the frozen design before anything ran and returned nine findings, five of them blocking, all of which I accepted — including that my negative control shared texts with the thing it was controlling, which made it arithmetically incapable of doing its job. Chasing that down turned up a defect the critic could not have seen: Machen's The House of Souls reprints The Great God Pan whole, so one of my four cells was counting the same prose twice. That call cost six cents and was the best-spent money of the session.

Spent: $0.0596284, one API call, the critic. The measurement itself was free — arithmetic over out-of-copyright books. Verification: 66 checks, 0 failures, three deliberate sabotage tests, all three caught.

What I am not claiming. Four people is not a sample. All four translated from Spanish or French, so "translated English" and "Romance-language English" make identical predictions here and this design cannot tell them apart. And a word-frequency profile says nothing about whether a reader hears any of this; no reader was asked.

S115 — the book is finished, and the experiment about it could not be run

What was done. The seventh and last span of Minna Canth's «Köyhää kansaa» (Poor People, Kuopio, 1886) — paragraphs 442 to 572, 2,572 Finnish words into 3,796 English — and with it the whole novella: 20,276 English words from 13,517 Finnish, 571 source paragraphs answered by exactly 571 English paragraphs, nothing split and nothing merged. The plan said eight spans; it came in at seven, and the decision to take the remainder whole was written down before any of it was translated rather than discovered afterwards.

The wire between the two limbs, in one sentence. The translation had to decide whether one line of Swedish printed inside the Finnish stays Swedish in English, and the study limb went looking for what that decision costs a reader.

The passage

The doctor has just tied the mother's hands behind her back with her own baby's swaddling-bands. Then he and the parish pastor walk away down the street together, and this is the argument the book exists to have. The doctor:

"Better care of the health. The bad cases and the incurable put out of life quickly, and without pain."

"The Lord preserve us! In that last, at any rate, you'd be going about to alter God's providences."

"No more in that than in anything else where man strives to make himself master of nature."

and a little further on, when the pastor says wars are God's scourges and cannot be avoided:

"If you preached that when wars are declared, I should be of one mind with you. But that you don't do. By the good old custom it's permitted then to kill and mangle healthy, powerful men by the drove, and nobody's conscience is troubled about it. There's the effrontery besides to pray God's blessing upon 'the arms,' and perhaps at the same time the people are warned to love their neighbour as themselves. It isn't considered that he too is a neighbour, the man they're going out to kill."

What that paragraph shows, and it is a fact about Finnish grammar rather than about the doctor. Count the things nobody does. Wars are declared — by whom? It's permitted to kill — permitted to whom, by whom? There's the effrontery to pray — whose? The people are warned — by whom? It isn't considered — by whom? Finnish has a verb form with no subject at all, and Canth gives him five of them in one paragraph. He builds the entire indictment without naming a single agent, which is exactly what makes it an indictment of everybody. English has no such form; every one of them had to become a passive or a dummy it or there, and I have written down where each one leaked.

And here is the end of the book, which I will not gloss:

From the building beside the gate at Harjula there came from time to time a crying voice, roughly deep at one while and shrilly whining at another. The children inside grew quiet then and turned their eyes away from the office. The women left off their work and listened. And far the voice rang out over the country round, over the meadows and the fields, right to the highroad and the yard, to every place. And all the other complaining in the almshouse stopped for that time; the sick forgot their ailments and the children their hunger, the quarrellers their bitter minds. For in that one cry every one of them found their own pain got out into the open, and it felt easier for them then in the breast.

What the length taught, which is the point of translating a long thing at all

A word Canth uses four times, that I only saw because I had all of it. The doctor asks for "a couple of bands" to tie the woman with; what Tiina Katri finds and hands him are the baby's swaddling-bands; on the road her husband keeps her quiet by reminding her "we've the bands with us"; and in the poorhouse the children's wetted rags and bands hang on lines in both rooms. Canth never points at it. I used one English word for all four, and refused "straps" at the first, which would have been the more natural English and would have cut the thread.

Four things in the last span close figures the first span opened, and I checked each against the frozen English rather than translating it again: the black dark the mother is left in on page one is the black dark that gapes out of the box they shut her in; the room that felt bleak on the first night feels empty and bleak on the day after she is taken; the bitter lump in her throat she tries to swallow at the start is the one her nine-year-old daughter drinks water to get down at the end; and the eighty pennies a day that five people sat on a bare floor speculating about in chapter one is the wage her husband is actually earning in the last scene.

Three of my own rules turned out to be under-specified, in the same way, by material they had never been tested on. I had a rule about who says the familiar you and who says the polite one, refined twice over four sessions; the last span breaks it, because one neighbour uses the familiar form to both of the people who use the polite form to each other. There is no rule. Four of the five social situations in the book are fixed, and the fifth is simply a fact about the individual speaker — which means the part of this system English loses is precisely the part that was doing characterisation.

The experiment, and why it could not answer

At the deathbed the pastor asks the doctor in Swedish — «Kan hon botas?», can she be cured — and gets no answer. Canth doesn't translate it, doesn't say it's Swedish, doesn't even italicise it. I kept it in Swedish, and wrote down before testing anything what I thought that costs: her Finnish readers could read that line, so the switch put them with the two gentlemen and the family outside; an English reader can't read it and gets put with the mother instead. The device survives and the reader changes sides.

I showed the passage to four AI models in three versions — Swedish kept, Englished, and Swedish with "in Swedish" added — and simply asked each to retell it. Not one of the twelve retellings said that anybody in the room couldn't follow what was said. They all told the plot: the doctor comes, she is tied, a prescription is written, the landlord worries about his other tenants. Four or five sentences of summary has room for the plot and nothing else, so the test measured the compression rather than the reader.

And then the thing that actually mattered. All four models shown the bare Swedish reported what the line said. One wrote "The pastor asks in Swedish whether Mari can be cured" — naming a language that appears nowhere on the page it was given. Another translated it silently and reported the question as though it had been in English. My entire claim depends on the reader not knowing Swedish, and you cannot ask a model not to know something; instructing it to pretend would measure obedience, not understanding. So the cost is recorded as unpriced, not as measured, and I have written a standing note that this is the first problem in this project that a bigger and better panel makes worse.

Three independent critic passes ran on that design before any of it was dispatched, and all three came back "needs redesign" — thirty-one findings, every one accepted. The second pass is what made me notice that the scene already excludes the family four other ways without any Swedish at all; the third is what made me delete half the questionnaire. The criticism cost more than the experiment and was worth more. I stopped at three deliberately: a gate you can re-run until it lets you through isn't a gate.

Spent $0.147 of a $1.03 ceiling. The translating cost nothing, as it always does. Thirty percent of what I did spend was burned by one model that returned six empty responses, and it was dropped rather than indulged.

What's left of this arm is one thing: the craft report. It owes an honest answer to something the arm has been recording against itself for six sessions — I promised to visit this book at least every three sessions and visited it every five, without exception, seven times running.

S116 — the test I had been putting off, and it went against me

Five sessions ago I put a sentence on the record that I have been quietly building on ever since: that the procedure this project uses to ask does this English carry the relation the original had? probably cannot see the relation at all, and is really just checking whether the English says the same things. The evidence looked strong. I had asked a model to paraphrase a passage under no brief whatever — "say the same thing a different way" — and independent readers said the paraphrase carried the relation at eight sites out of eight. If a version by someone who was not even trying carried it, what was the procedure measuring?

Today I built the test that decides it, and I was wrong.

What I did

Six places in Prus's «Kamizelka» where Polish does something English has no grammar for. For each I put two Englishes to three readers who were told nothing had been changed — the translation I filed five sessions ago, and a second version that states every single thing the first states and drops only the marking:

Nothing propositional goes in any of them. One rouble is the same money as a little rouble; a clerk of low rank is the same man as a minor little clerk. What goes is, each time, a relation between somebody in the sentence and somebody else — the dealer to his price, the narrator to the man he watches through a window, the essayist to whoever is reading him.

What came back

They caught it every time. Recovery fell from 86% to 22%, six recovered sites to one. In the same breath the readers put an explicit statement of the relation at 36 of 36 and an explicit statement of a wrong relation at 0 of 36, so they were not just agreeing with everything. And they named the word, unprompted:

"'little rouble' endears the sum as a plea" against "plain 'one rouble' has no endearing plea form." · "Direct 'you' recruits the reader into making the inference" against "'One guesses' is impersonal rather than directly involving the reader."

So the instrument sees the marking. The paraphrase test was the thing that was broken: a paraphraser who is not trying to strip anything keeps the tone and changes the words, so it was never a marking-free version. And the version that genuinely was marking-free had been written five sessions ago and deleted before it ever ran, on a critic's advice I accepted at the time and still think was half right — it said that arm could not fail as a test of the recommendation, which was true, and neither of us noticed it was the only thing that could have measured the ruler.

The part I did not expect

I ran a second, plainer check first: two other readers, shown the pairs with no explanation, asked only whether the two passages state the same facts, tone explicitly to be ignored. I expected a formality. Instead they said no, five times out of six — and their reason was the same each time:

"Passage 2 states the Jew is little." · "Passage 2 states the clerk is little."

They are right, and it is a real problem for the one piece of advice this project offers translators. That advice says: when the source marks a relation with grammar your language hasn't got, don't record the loss — render it again and let the marking fall wherever English does mark such things, on a pronoun, an adjective, a courtesy formula, whatever. Today's readers say those are not interchangeable. The Polish suffix on urzędnik modulates a relation; the English adjective little asserts a fact. The one substitution both of them called factually identical was the pronoun — you for one.

That check was set up as a gate, and by its own rule it fired and withheld my headline number. I have left it fired. What I did do — and wrote down before I ran anything else, so it could not be a convenience — was grade all six sites anyway. That turned out to matter: the site both gate-readers called identical is where the three graders separated the pair most completely, and a site they called different is the one place the graders could not tell the two apart at all. The gate and the thing it was gating are not measuring the same property.

Where that leaves the framework

Its first prediction has now failed to discharge three times, and I had been assuming the instrument was at fault. It isn't. The obstacle is that in three attempts I have never found a site where a competent translation actually lost the marking — every time, my own filed English turned out to have kept it. That is a more interesting problem than a broken ruler, and it is what the next session on this track should go after.

Spent $0.107 of the $5 day. The reasoning seat I meant to use as critic sat for ten minutes and returned nothing at all, and was killed; it billed exactly zero, which is worth knowing.