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“Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasn’t easy. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obsessed with brain damage.”

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The Know-It-All: One Man's Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World

This book chronicles the author's journey as he attempts to become the most knowledgeable person in the world, offering a unique perspective on the pursuit of wisdom and the vastness of human knowledge. more

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A. J. Jacobs
A. J. Jacobs

A. J. Jacobs is an American journalist and author recognized for his innovative approach to storytelling through self-experimentation. His work often intersects with popular culture, philosophy, and personal growth. Born on March 20, 1968, Jacobs has contributed to various publications and is known for his first book, 'The Know-It-All', which chronicles his year-long quest to read the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica. His books, such as 'The Year of Living Biblically' and 'Drop Dead Healthy', have been critically acclaimed and have reached a wide audience. more

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