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Essay done, handed in. Was immediately filled with helpless rage and loathing, but that is normal.

Am listening obsessively to NPR's Planet Money podcast, which I am finding an excellent source of analysis on the immanent fall of capitalism, though of course it could all be dead wrong and I'd be completely unable to tell. For all I know they're just sitting there making up words. It makes me feel like I understand, and that's what matters.

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