Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?
I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
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