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May 28, 2011


Dan C.


I knew someone just like that in college. Love the blog. Must say that I like the nostalgic expatriate Woody much more than the Highsmith-lite Woody of Matchpoint...which may have to do with how knowing the knowing inauthenticity is in each case.

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