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Now and then a fellow gets to thinking about it. Not often, though. Which is a good thing. For the Lord aimed for him to do and not to spend too much time thinking, because his brain it’s like a piece of machinery: it wont stand a whole lot of racking. It’s best when it all runs along the same, doing the day’s work and not one part used no more than needful. I have said and I say again, that’s ever living thing the matter with Darl: he just thinks by himself too much.
—William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying