Barren and weary of money - a death Americanized. How weary the world was.

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Barren and weary of money - a death Americanized. How weary the world was.
Don't care about the money after all, the best days were ordinary times.
All that trial and work is a religious act, money isn't why you sit at the typewriter.
The world's praise, money & love corrupts the pure. Maybe one day, the miracle of humanity and integrity, can put us back to a reasonable life.
There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.