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a man slumped on his desk, from 'The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters'

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the perils of rss readers:

I’m forever getting half-way through what I think is one of Doc Searl’s posts, then abruptly realising that I’m actually reading Samuel Pepy’s Diary. “Met with Tom Newton, my old comrade, and took him to the Crown in the Palace”. Oh, oh, I think: he means this palace, not this palace.

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