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These words are the last testament of Jesus Christ in the New World.
Monday, November 22, 2004
I love reading books by indian authors, it allows me to indulge in snobby anglophilia while feeling slightly cool because i'm reading something written by a not-white person.
I've been trying to get more in touch with my emotions, because if I were any more intellectually removed from my own life, I would technically become a Victorian novelist. And that's the last thing I need, having to wear a top hat and bow tie all the time, engage in a loveless marriage of convenience with my second cousin. The sex with 1890's london street whores woud be fun, though.
