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That jumbled piece of text...

I'm assuming everyone has read this before:

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the first and last ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can still raed it wouthit porbelm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Well, Dr. Matt Davis, a researcher at the Cognition and Brain Sciences Unit, Cambridge University has a discussion of it here.

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kieper
Oct. 8th, 2003 08:02 pm (UTC)
i guess i came late to the party, because i'd not heard of that research study before now.

the funny thing is, i had absolutely no problem reading that paragraph as it was written. that blows my mind.

this was extremely enlightening. thank you for sharing.
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