...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books — Charles Bukowski
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...still, I’m lucky: I feast on solitude, I will never miss the crowd. I could read the great books but the great books don’t interest me. I sit in bed and wait for the whole thing to go one way or the other. just like everybody else.

— Charles Bukowski
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