"Now I am forced to assume that Maryam and I will be leaving quite soon, because, busy as Mike is with a hundred other things, he's changed the method.  There are eight bedrooms here equipped with tape recorders.  Those of us who can do it best - Patty, Jill, myself; Maryam, your friend Allie, some others - take turns in those rooms.  Mike puts us into a short trance, pours language - definitions, idioms, concepts - into us for a few moments that feel like hours... then we dictate at once just what he has poured into us, exactly, while it's still fresh.  But it can't be just anybody, even of the Innermost Temple.  It requires a sharp accent and the ability to join the trance rapport and then spill out the results.  Sam, for example, has everything but the clear accent - he manages, God knows how, to speak Martian with a Bronx accent.  Can't use him, it would cause endless errata in the dictionary.  And that is what Allie is doing now - dictating.  She's still in the semi-trance needed for total recall and, if you interrupt her, she'll lose what she still hasn't recorded."