I sometimes get caught up in repetitive behaviors. There was a time when I could play pinball for hours, cigarettes and ashtray at my right hand, bottle of beer at my left. Never expected to win: the object was to keep playing, smoking, and drinking. Yet be sober enough to drive when it was time to leave. This was day after day, you understand.
Playing Facebook games with endless cups of black tea (decaf) keeps me out of seedy bars and usually fills my need to swim in the random, but now and then that drug is supplanted.
Who would think Project Gutenberg’s “Random” link could be so enchanting?
You know, I’ve never read House of Mirth.
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