Reading Eastern Standard Tribe using http://itunes.com/apps/Stanza.
"Chapter 10": I was too smart for my own good. I could always argue
myself into doing the sexy, futuristic thing instead of being a nice,
mundane, nonaffiliated individual. Too smart to settle down, take a
job and watch TV after work, spend two weeks a year at the cottage and
go online to find movie listings. Too smart is too restless and no
happiness, ever, without that it's chased by obsessive maundering
moping about what comes next.
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