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I’m finding that the older I get, it’s not that I learn new things, it’s more like I find out how much of what I know is common knowledge.

Sam Lipsyte

I’m finding that the older I get, it’s not that I learn new things, it’s more like I find out how much of what I know is common knowledge.

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