        The next two pages were filled with yet another two different texts and different woodcuts, and it suddenly hit him.  The passages were all the same thing, written in different languages.  These creatures had given him a Rosetta stone, of sorts.  They were clearly hoping that he would recognize one of these languages.  He flipped back, trying to remember what he knew of foreign languages, which unfortunately was nearly nothing.  He figured he’d recognize a Cyrillic alphabet if he saw it, or Greek, or possibly Egyptian, but as he went through the book, nothing looked like anything he’d ever seen before.  If these aliens had built the pyramids, they hadn’t taken notes.  He did notice that several of the pages contained languages which seemed to be written in the same character sets, but none of them were familiar to him at all.  When he reached the end, he shook his head and set the book down.