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“Nel momento in cui riconosceva quello che c'era su una cartuccia provava la sensazione carica d'ansia che ci fosse qualcosa di meglio su un'altra cartuccia e che potenzialmente se lo stava perdendo. Poi si rese conto che avrebbe avuto tutto il tempo di godersi ogni cartuccia e capì intellettualmente che non aveva senso provare il panico di perdersi qualcosa.”

Quote by David Foster Wallace

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Infinite Jest

David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest is a sprawling, experimental novel that delves into the lives of various characters, including an enigmatic tennis prodigy, a recovering addict, and a group of individuals living in a halfway house. The narrative is known for its intricate structure, extensive footnotes, and philosophical musings on the nature of reality and human experience. more

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David Foster Wallace
David Foster Wallace

American novelist known for his unique literary style and profound insights into modern life. His works include 'Infinite Jest' and 'The Broom of the System'. more

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