Now what have we here? Not feeling particularly predisposed to love our fellow fellows today—except for the proud men of the Dose (good catch!)—this little bit of fast-talking and high-stepping could not have come at a better time. But we're afraid, as the new Eavesdropper might put it, this is a car that best sinks itself. Ladies and gentlemen (we know you're out there somewhere), we—or, rather, The Architect's Newsletter—proudly present a broken man.

· Eavesdrop [The Architect's Newsletter]

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