Last night, I went to a party at the house of the world's preeminent Joyce scholar.
Not that you'd care.
It was very fun.
I will never find a woman who gives a fuck about the world's preeminent Joyce scholar.
They don't care.
It is very sad.
Life is like that sometimes when it comes to girls and creatures of the night and scholars.
No one cries.
If you die alone.
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