But, what the hey, that's the camp I'm joining! I plan to have a swimming time, me and Adam, cruising through silver and gold pricing of bountiful British harvests. I have the unabridged edition, which other reviews seem to warn means being exposed to more discussion of English corn than could ever be warranted, even by the most patient and diligent of readers. Right off the bat, this artful Adam opens with a remark about the productive powers of labour, and only my recently ingrained terror of 1200 page books prevented me from levering it up to Position Number One. So much fucking time wasted doing shit, when I could have been reading. There are just too many of the foundational works of Western civilization that I am only getting around to now, in my early forties-and even with the padding of years, I feel depressingly unprepared heading into them. Sometimes I feel so very goddamned embarrassed by my lack of higher education.
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