I am so distant from knowledge I want desperately to have; but I’m too afraid of the efforts required to get it. A case in point was, coincidentally, shown on last night’s TV. I’d love to know the intimate details of motorcycle gangs, but I’m utterly unwilling to put myself in the middle of whatever it takes to learn about them. I guess the strength of one’s curiosity is measured in one’s willingness to take risks. My curiosity is too damn weak. There’s shame in that.
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