This past Saturday, I spent the evening at a small party hosted by my colleague, Dr. Macdonald, at his new pastoral home, about an hour outside the city. During the course of the evening, obviously after exchanging pleasantries and congratulating him on his new domicile, I asked him what he was working on. He smiled cryptically and broke off the conversation, I thought I'd offended him, but yesterday he came into my office and dropped off a piece of paper containing only the following 24x15 grid of letters.
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What is he trying to tell me?