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Sturgeon's Law, of course.
But when I read fiction, I'm taking a "magic carpet ride" to place that I can never go to in life. Whether it is Trantor, or the Mississippi of the 1840's, or riding in the Old West, or a thousand and one other days (and nights). I know the inns may not be the best and the people annoying, or maybe the the opposite, the sheets silk and the maidens alluring.
The one thing I don't complaint about is the lack of McDonalds. Which is what I was trying to get across.
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