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There’s clothing borrowed from someone else, year-round potatoes (or whatever is currently popular among those leading miserable lives; Lock writes that it’s worms, so let’s say it’s worms), and entertainment in the form of booze and a similarly unfortunate member of the opposite sex nearby.
What else could one possibly need? What’s there to make a tragedy out of?
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?