For every diarist, there were ten thousand non-diarists.  So who was to be trusted?  The singular exception, with his poised compuslive quill, or the thousands of thronging cheerful non-recorders who make up the bulk of society?  To record was to announce yourself as a human abberation, a kind of pointing, squealing witness who, by the act of inscribing, invites suspicion.
-Carol Shields

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