The Script We Can Pronounce but Cannot Understand: Linear A
In the spring of 1900 a short-sighted Englishman with a walking stick stood on a hillside south of Heraklion and watched his workmen strip the soil from a building that had lain buried for three and a half thousand years. Arthur Evans had bought part of the land with his own money. He had come to Crete looking for one thing above all others: writing. He believed the Aegean world had been literate long before classical Greece, and within days of breaking ground his crews began handing him exactly what he wanted. Small tablets of sun-dried clay, ruled into lines, covered in tidy rows of signs.
They were not Greek letters. They were not Egyptian hieroglyphs. They were something no living person had ever seen.
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