The Inferno pales in comparison

Decrying trojans, spyware, and the difficulty of password-protecting documents, the incomparable Emma evokes my deepest fears about death in twenty-five words:

God forbid the world should find out that all that time I was purporting to write crappy fiction I was, in fact, writing crappy fiction.


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