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That's what I've always found so pathetic about . They weep when they have a live glimpse of you, frame the fork you touched. Yet they're impervious to anything with that inspiration, like enriching their own lives. It drove Stanny-boy crazy. He used to say to me, ' '--it was his nickname for me--' , they see the films five times, write me fan letters, but the underlying meaning is lost on them. They take nothing away. Not heroism. Not courage. It's all just .
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