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The new kids that were coming in--even the ones who wanted to get where he was--professed love for the rituals and the fundamentals and claimed to be committed to the process, but were really just corporate minions in khakis rather than suits. They were from a generation of special snowflakes who expected trophies for showing up, and everything to be easy, and for everybody to care about them and safeguard them as their parents would. They had no more depth than their Facebook posts. Than their relentless egoism. Than their soulless frivolities.