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The loneliness of the genius.
The foolishness of the common man who absolutely wants to express his void, of course meeting the warm camaraderie of his fellow fools who can not stand the incomparably deep loneliness of their chotic, incoherent, unintelligent brains.
Thanks to books the genius is not that alone. And does not need to make meaningless noise to have the illusion of connecting with someone. Anyone.
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