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These two young fish are swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” The two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually, one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”

—David Foster Wallace

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