If one didn't know how subversive this humor was, one could easily mistake it for a man too rich to make an effort.
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We recount old beats of other stories, we retrace our steps, take refuge in echoes of that which is familiar. We follow custom and ritual because we have no map. We reach out blindly. We cannot see the path, and, far from home, we cling to the way these things are always done.