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My friend Ken sends me wisdom on turning 40, from comics writer Alan Moore:
When I was just about to turn 40 I was reviewing my options and I thought I could have a midlife crisis and just bore everybody senseless by going around saying "What's it all about? What's the point? What's the secret of life?" Or I could sort of just go spectacularly mad, which would at least be more entertaining for those around me. And more worrying. And that's good as well. So I started worshiping a snake and declared myself to be a magician. "I've decided to become a master sorcerer." You should have seen the look on their faces. Half of them were frightened because they thought I'd probably gone mad, and the other half were frightened in case I hadn't. It's been immense fun.
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