Loved Dark City. These certain flaws just make it that much better.

Rather than savoring his progress, he excoriated himself for not achieving enough. "I feel humbled and mortified," he wrote in his diary, as the year 1829 drew to a close, "by the conviction that the Creator has gifted me with intelligence almost in vain. I am almost twenty two and have as yet attained but the threshold of knowledge... The night has seldom found me much advanced beyond the station I occupied in the morning... I almost despair of ever making any figure in the world."

-Doris Kearns Goodwin, regarding Salmon P. Chase

It sounds absurd from the mouth of Lincoln's Secretary of the Treasury. But then, he had thirty years to go.

Ever have one of those dreams that are so vivid, they seem real? And the people in them, aren't people that you know, but amalgams of many people, or simple pure fiction; maybe idyllic people that can't really exist. And at the end there's always this sudden realization that you're dreaming, or more importantly that you're waking up, and this short struggle between the dream and reality ensues, like trying to stay underwater with a life vest on. In the end you just lie awake, wondering if it's wrong to wish you could go back, curl up in the dream that was so much like reality and stay there forever. Good morning world. What's for breakfast?

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