I didn’t think about the television set when I had it. I continued to not think of it when I gave it away. I’d like to say mine is a considered stance against the meretricious vulgarity despoiling our intellectual lives, but nah, that’s poppycock. I’m not popping into a MENSA meeting or reading À la recherche du temps perdu anytime soon. Hell, I can’t even get through 10 pages of Infinite Jest. My brow is low and dropping fast. Here’s what I mean.
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