The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?

Jed Rubenfeld
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The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do? It would have been far better had I never thought at all.

Source: The Interpretation Of Murder

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