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A cloudy, dreary day, sick with a cold, yet I want to mark the day, the year, to settle old accounts and begin something anew. It is what I am always up to, and I see how foolish it is, and how necessary.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1974You start with the energy to be somebody, then use it to become nobody.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1974Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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