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     When I finished this it reminded me of the fact that I spent entirely too much time as a grade-schooler listening to and staring at Pink Floyd albums.  You’d figure my parents would’ve at least made me wait until I was a teenager before allowing me to consume and memorize things like The Wall.  I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing.  I mean, you can’t say that experiences like this run the risk of making you boring.