I used to think The Magus author John Fowles was about the hippest human being on the planet. Looking back on it much later, after I was decades older, I still liked the book,but realized it was because I had been a young man reading a young man's book about a young man's take on the world. Reading along, I thought I was like the magus and was above the fray. I think I've been much more like the victim in the novel. I was and have remained that young man, being manipulated every which way. Watching machinations and illusions. Wish it was better. I am still a fool, I guess, and shouldn't even be much ashamed of it. But there it is. What can I do?
Sorry to hear your're dead, John, hope you had friends and all who will miss you.
War Is Hell, Part 373
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Donald Trump has spent the first year of his second term. . . . . .
mocking. bullying, threatening and pissing on countries that used to be
friends and all...
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