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This line comes from the narrator when he reads the agricultural journal’s confusion of his pamphlet for the schoolmaster’s. He is clearly wounded by this mix up, and he means this short line as a declaration of offense, but the line has an ironic turn to it: is it really that unreasonable for a back-page notice to confuse two pamphlets written about a long-forgotten zoological oddity, years apart? Given the narrator’s liberal reminders of the world’s apathy toward the mole, it is a wonder the journal has reviewed his pamphlet at all. So the egregious offense the narrator takes at…