| Dear Mr. Canetti, |
| I’ve discovered you too late. It makes reading your essays and notes all the more pleasurable. |
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| “Torture: the hours lost listening to people who make the same confessions, year in and year out. A new person talking about himself for the first time always amazes us.” |
| You’re far too generous (or at least you were) and your thoughtfulness is a rarity hidden on the shelves of the future. The earnestness is singular. |
| I have a hard time imagining you surfing the net and enjoying it. |
| It’s assuring to know you’ve existed, but the thought of you ever being able to read this is terrifying. |
| jeremy |
