All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are >>
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There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human >>
Being is the great explainer. >>
Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an >>
The individual who has to justify his existence by his own efforts is >>
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.