The really great novel tends to be the exact negative of its author's life.
Ego stops you from getting things done and getting people to work with you. That's why I firmly believe that ego and success are not compatible.
The buffalo is all gone, and an Indian can't catch enough jack rabbits to subsist himself and his family, and then, there aren't enough jack rabbits to catch. What are they to do?
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