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Racer (poem)
Race Number 104064
Date Thu, 3 Dec 2020 09:50:46 +0000
Speed 125 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.5%
Rank 2nd place (out of 2)
Opponents qray (1st place)

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Hal, who's empty but not dumb, theorizes privately that what passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human (at least as he conceptualizes it) is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naive and goo-prone and generally pathetic, is to be in some basic interior way forever infantile, some sort of not-quite-right-looking infant dragging itself anaclitically around the map, with big wet eyes and froggy-soft skin, huge skull, gooey drool.
Infinite Jest (book) by David Foster Wallace (see stats)

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