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Mechanical men

‘Th-they think I don’t care, any more. “You can observe without passion.” Bastards… No I didn’t mean that… Slothrop, we’re all such mechanical men. Doing our jobs. That’s all we are. Listen – how do you think I feel?’

from Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon

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