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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
At that precise moment, she realized that things would never improve, and furthermore that she really didn’t care.
“God, you’re absofuckinglutely right,” said my therapist, suddenly sitting bolt upright in her chair.
Jim, having read the latest study which proved that every minute spent walking adds one minute to your life, experienced a great epiphany about this fountain of youth, got up off the couch, tied on his sneakers and headed down the street, feeling good, feeling strong, hearing the chirp of the birds, smiling at the first tulips of spring, his step light and full of hope; he never saw the bus.
To Wallace the word “epiphany” always sounded the same—and presumably travelled the same happy neurological path in his brain—as “a panty raid.”
2001 A Space Odyssey always scared Becky, especially on a Sunday morning, waking up to classical music, eating microwaveable radioactive soup, vitamin pills with a day’s worth of nutrition, text messaging information that clogs satellite telecommunication systems daily…and then she realized, “Oh darn…it’s already 2010.”
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