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The Joy of Fish

- When you go fishing and you catch something, that’s good. If you’re making love and you catch something, that’s bad.
- Fish don’t compare you to other fisherman, and neither do they want to know how many other fish you caught.
- In fishing you lie about the one that got away. In loving you lie about the one you caught.
- You can catch and release a fish, and you don’t have to lie and promise to still be friends after you let it go.
- You don’t have to necessarily change your line to keep catching fish.
- You can catch a fish on a 20-cent nightcrawler. If you want to catch a woman, you’re talking dinner and a movie minimum.
- Fish don’t mind if you fall asleep in the middle of fishing.

Book: Exit Ghost by Philip Roth

Music: Our Mother the Mountain by Townes Van Zandt

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