Meh. I don’t know, what do you want to do?

I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart’s blood into it, and then it lies about unread till the reader has nothing else in the world to do.

-W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor’s Edge.

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