There are words which close a conversation as with an iron door.

The virus of irony is as widespread in California as herpes, and once you're infected with it, it lives in your brain forever.

I have never heard there words filled
With bullets an rage 
But now the times got weird giving you
Unhappy and it's all sad how others do wrong in the mist of others pain

It's always seemed a little preposterous that Hamlet, for all his paralyzing doubt about everything, never once doubts the reality of the ghost. Never questions his own madness might not in fact be unfeigned.

Written By David Foster Wallace

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