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[postrodent]

In my working life, what there is of it, I feel as if I am polishing the gingerbready decorations of an enormous and Byzantinely complex skyscraper... while ninety floors below, floodwaters and barbarians chip constantly away at its foundations. Sometimes it's more like I'm selling hamburgers to the barbarians, but usually I'm doing something

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[postrodent]

It helps majors become colonels! :>