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This is your narrator, not you, speaking. I love the "unreliable narrator" - and get frustrated when book reviewers complain about some unlikable character without seeing where this is going.
The over examined life is even less worth living than the unexamined one, trust me. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, true, but a lot is absolutely fatal . . . particularly self-knowledge. It is a wonder that people are able to identify on any level at all with others -family, friends, or lovers—when they are unable to identify with themselves.
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