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Dear, reader, I am about to let you in on a little secret. I am about to use a rhetorical device by appealing to pathos and uniting you, the petty mortal, with me the information source akin to the the great library of Alexander. How will I accomplish this great feat, you might ask. The secret is simple. I will reveal an aspect of myself that you would not suspect of me, dear reader. And this secret of mine is that my knowledge does not actually stem from god, miraculous as that knowledge might seem. I, too, read the works of other fountains of information just as you are reading mine currently. Now doesn't that make us seem closer? More like brothers and less like the worshipper and the worshippee? Well, that is the whole point. Let me elaborate. I am currently reading three books. Yes, unlike you, a mere mortal, I learn from multiple sources simultaneously and synthesize them together into a magical amalgam of thought. These three books have varying degrees of literary merit, and yet each of them contributes some to the aforementioned amalgam, sadly pushing me further and further into the realm of enlightenment and away from your sad world filled with clouded thoughts and mistakes. Those three books are as follows: Fool, The Dead Zone, and Johnny Got his Gun. I will eschew my heretofore clear writing for a more prolix examination of these works in a subsequent discussion.