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I felt the years go by, reading this. My years... what a slow book. And why is the narrator talking to me or to himself perhaps? Shhhh. A lot of this book is the kind of delusional selftalk you get into after someone gets the best of you and you spend hours trying to think up good comebacks. It is fully unlikely that a life of undevoted leisure will lead to enlightenment. I should know, I've tried. My life is for Sisyphus. I'm sure that wasn't the point, but it doesn't seem fair for ol whats-his-name. Git a job. Ah bourgeois, all boredom and parlour games, no wonder they were all hypochondriacs and repressed libidos. Why aren't saunas more popular? A youngin without outlet is bound to have a few soft spots. What am I saying. I felt a profound sense of Deja Vu. Here I am wasting time reading this when I ought to be down the mountain bustin it up. But if you are so inclined, please read, it is as good a book as any.Read full review
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