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I Hadn’t Seen Any Novel Make The Statement That Entering The Workforce Was Like Entering The Grave. That From Then On, Nothing Happens And You Have To Pretend To Be Interested In Your Work. And, Furthermore, That Some People Have A Sex Life And Others Don’t Just Because Some Are More Attractive Than Others. I Wanted To Acknowledge That If People Don’t Have A Sex Life, It’s Not For Some Moral Reason, It’s Just Because They’re Ugly. Once You’ve Said It, It Sounds Obvious, But I Wanted To Say It.

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I Hadn’t Seen Any

Michel Houellebecq

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I Hadn’t Seen Any Novel Make The Statement That Entering The Workforce Was Like Entering The Grave. That From Then On, Nothing Happens And You Have To Pretend To Be Interested In Your Work. And, Furthermore, That Some People Have A Sex Life And Others Don’t Just Because Some Are More Attractive Than Others. I Wanted To Acknowledge That If People Don’t Have A Sex Life, It’s Not For Some Moral Reason, It’s Just Because They’re Ugly. Once You’ve Said It, It Sounds Obvious, But I Wanted To Say It.

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