David Foster Wallace
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I was always either so unreasonably and pointlessly happy that no one place could seem to contain me, or so melancholy, so sick and silly with sadness that there was no place I could stomach the thought of entering. I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True. ✨ David Foster Wallace (2004). The Broom of the System: A Novel, p.183, Penguin

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