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Sadly, my friend, one, such as yourself, can go through contemporary life fudging and evading, indulging and slacking, never REALLY hungry nor frightened nor passionately stirred, your highest moment a mere sentimental orgasm, and your first real contact with primary and elemental necessities, the sweat of your death-bed.
Giant Hamburger's weltanschauung is smug and insular.
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