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It's really astounding, isn't it?
Who cares about the words? It's only presentation that matters. I implore everyone NOT to read the following since it isn't formatted in a manner worth bothering with. No ligatures here; no kerning; clearly no substance.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Or, perhaps ... these final Shakespearean lines apply pre-emptively and prophetically to the author of the NY Times rant.
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