"Whew! Have I got grievances! Do I harbor hatreds I didn't even know were there! Is it the process, Doctor, or is it what we call "the material"?
- Philip Roth '69
When nurse becomes the patient
And rock becomes the soil
The birds do swim and fish they fly
It's time to ponder how we toil
Switching place of context
In heart and time and mind
Makes it painfully difficult
To cry with wet behinds
Pity is addictive
Attention calls our name
Blinders fit like gloves when
What we seek is fame
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