There is nothing left to slog through, Rémi says disappointedly. The canons have been established and we know exactly where to head should we seek quality and the prime.

Where, then, does this leave the man who thrives on the thrill of the hunt? Is there no time left for us to suffer through the bullshit, to learn how to intake inanity?

Where is the discipline, Rémi asks me. Where is the wait?
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