Today's New York Times ran the obituary of Robert Shields, who devoted the last quarter-century of his life to writing entries in his diary, documenting his days in five-minute segments. Everything he did—eating, performing household tasks, urinating—he considered worthy of note. By the time a stroke ended his ability to type, he'd entered 37.5 million words.
I think I'll stop now.
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