Just Hefler injecting a bit of misanthropy here. Makes me feel like a wizened old fool, thinking about the nonsense novel manuscripts I wrote, delivered to publishers, and got rejected back in the years of 2004, 2005, and 2006; at which point I finally gave up on my becoming an author dream, and decided to remain a full time internet idiot and sustainability thinker with no financial gains what-so-ever, apart from the disability pension I cash in every month; a mad person who Norwegian society has chosen to discard as an utterly hopeless and pretty useless individual: a complete madman of no particular value. - -- Uh, sometimes I get lost in here, sorry.