New Technology Is Useful, But It's Inefficient

In Spite Of Really Intense Competition For The Job, I'm Still My Own Worst Enemy.

There Is That Within A Man That Drives Him Ever Onwards, Just As The Power Of The Seasons Drives The Roots Of Flowers Into The Hard Earth; And So He Decided, Against His Better Judgment, To Open His Eyes And Find Out What Was Going To Happen To Him Next.

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Human Beings Can Get Used To Virtually Anything, Given Plenty Of Time And No Choice In The Matter Whatsoever.

Mostly I Sit At Home In The Evenings Watching The Box And Hoping That One Day I'll Evolve Into Plankton.