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The Sinclair turns 30

I remember it well. It turned the poetry of code I had just learned into a curious game of courtroom dictaphone reporting, with all the onscreen beauty of crumpled carbon paper run through a player piano. After the Apple ][, it was a bit like returning from a night at the opera to the sound of a wino gurgling the libretto from within the warm folds of stack of garbage bags.