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One thing I have discovered since I’ve been ill, though, is that nobody ever knows anybody, and maybe least of all the people who are closest to them. Sort of a business of not being able to see the trees for the woods. We all live in isolated prisons of our own bodies and there’s no real contact with any other human being. That’s what sex is, in a way, isn’t it, a desperate striving for contact? With which cheerful Thought for Today, I will bid you good afternoon.
