On a little study table in my office, there’s a card with a quote from Victor Hugo’s epic novel Les Misérables:
My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has molded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats are old…
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