There's a crack on my wall


"To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention rivetted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book", says Egaeus, describing his condition, that has become extremely unpleasant for him. 
I rather enjoy these brief moments of pointless focus.

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