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“…It’s like a spiral: They keep making everything more basic so it will appeal to everyone. And gradually, everyone gets used to everything being basic, so we get less and less varied as people, more simple. So the corps make everything even simpler. And it goes on and on.”

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Matthew Tobin Anderson
Matthew Tobin Anderson

Matthew Tobin Anderson, born on November 4, 1968, is an accomplished writer known for his profound insights and imaginative storytelling. His works span across historical, literary, and philosophical themes, earning him recognition and acclaim in the literary world. more

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