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“A man follows, usually, his addictions rather than his passions. This is why you find the very odd phenomena of the fabulously wealthy and powerful being the weakest and most miserable of types. Once they have attained wealth and power they have to have more of it. It’s no different than dope or booze or sex for that matter. We are driven into our addictions until we find ourselves crawling along a street crowded with others who we hate but who are just like us.”
“And fame could be thrown in there. That’s the most desperate addiction in a time like this. I pity those who get it, they can’t get close to what they want and then the distracted masses move on to another famous head and the tumble downwards is a quiet roar. They fish the head from the sea and look on its closed eyes and say, ‘this man had it all.’
“Life is such a sad lesson.”
“Well worth the learning I remind you.”
“So we take our quiet lessons into the silent room and wait for stillness to arrive.”
“And these young writers and artists, so full of it, they depict their addictions as the truth.”
“They crap on themselves.”
“The professors and critics love it so. It keeps the crap off themselves.”
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