liked, a detective story by a woman called Dorothea Ell Sayers. It's called Gordy Night, and it's set in Oxford. And she talks about walking through Oxford late on a summer's night and listening to the college clocks chiming midnight, as she put it, chiming midnight in friendly disagreement. And I love that. Now, it's a beautiful quote. I remember that from your book. There's also another great quote of yours in the book, which I want to say to our audience because it sort of puts a bow in the sense on what we were just discussing, where it speaks to what we were just discussing. Is such a wish for perfection truly essential to modern health and happiness a necessary component of our very being? I thought that was a great quote. I think it's a question which increasingly we need to ask for philosophical reasons, for sort of spiritual reasons, if that doesn't sound too pretentious to say so. But also because it seems that we're demanding maybe too much of our devices, both our (22/57)
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