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"There you go. And you claim to want to be a writer, too... You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity."
"Go on," I said. "Who did you get this stuff from?"
"Everybody. Don't you read? Don't you ever see anybody? You know what you are? You're an expatriate. Why don't you live in New York? Then you'd know things. What do you want me to do? Come over here and tell you every year?"
"Take some more coffee," I said.
-The Sun Also Rises
at 11:07 PM