[W]hen I was 15, I used to hang out with all the hobos at the Martin Heidegger Reading Room at the downtown library, who would surreptitiously drink malt liquor from brown-bag-concealed bottles while talking about literary deconstruction. They'd get me drunk and say stuff like "Deconstruction is not an enclosure in nothingness but an openness to the other."

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