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You have what I can afford to give. You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or two into your paper cup, I can afford to give you this. This does not break me. I give you virtually everything I have. I give you all of the best things I have, and while these things are things that I like, memories that I treasure, good or bad, like the pictures of my family on my walls I can show them to you without diminishing them. I can afford to give you everything. We gasp at wretches on afternoon shows who reveal their hideous secrets in front of millions of similarly wretched viewers, and yet... what have we taken from them, what have they given us? Nothing. We know that Janine had sex with her daughter's boyfriend, but... then what? We will die and we will have protected... what? Protected from all the world that, what, we do this and that, that our arms have made these movements and our mouths these sounds? Please.
-Dave Eggers, A.H.W.O.S.T.

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