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  • Also, I've spent an entire week without reading any books or talking about them too loudly. I'm learning to work my apparat's screen, the colourful pulsating mosaic of it, the fact that it knows every last stinking detail about the world, whereas my books only know the minds of their authors.

    "Lenny Hearts Eunice" by Gary Shteyngart, www.newyorker.com. June 14-21, 2010.