I wish to believe that there is some rhyme, some reathon, to the bewildering selectivity of Claire’s liththp, the way it comes and goeth, potentially even within a thingle word. I would be gently crushed (really, less so than the that-upon sods) to learn that it is truly random. Wasted opportunities can only be mourned. You need not divulge the algorithm, only that there ith one.