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“The dream of happiness-through-fame, i.e., limitless attention — clearly that too is a game of ghost-tag, inasmuch as fame, like money, doesn’t guarantee the contentment we naturally associate with both. (The cruel paradox here: while neither success nor wealth can ensure happiness, failure and poverty are likely to induce the opposite.)”

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The Virtues of Disillusionment

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Steven Heighton
Steven Heighton

Steven Heighton is a Canadian novelist born on August 14, 1961. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound depiction of the natural environment. more

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