Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune&#39;s bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

Do you smoke?  Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.  I'm glad to hear of it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind.

All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.

That joyful feelin’ when-you’re up-on the ceilin

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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