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Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.

Still and all, why bother? Here’s my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.