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I am suspicious of happiness. I respect misery. I think this may be a bad thing.

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There is a book by a man called Eric G. Wilson called Against Happiness: In Praise Of Melancholy, and I haven't read it but my brother has and he agrees with every word. He told me about some of the ideas and I agree too. Sometimes it is necessary. Being respectful of it means you probably have a better handle on it than most other people, Nita poo. ♥