“𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔-𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 ‘𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉’ 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓’𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖔 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊 ‘𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘’ 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖆𝖇𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊’𝖘 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖊. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖒 𝕴𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖏𝖚𝖒𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍-𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊. 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜; 𝖎.𝖊. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘: 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖘. 𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑; 𝖎𝖙’𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐, 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 ‘𝕯𝖔𝖓’𝖙!’ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 ‘𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓!’, 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖒𝖕. 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞. 𝖄𝖔𝖚’𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌.”
― David Foster Wallace