On not having a heart.

I suppose that collecting the various letters I've received that tell me something along the lines of "if you don't pass this on you don't have a heart" could have resulted in a substantial collection. But even for someone who finds it difficult to throw anything away, saving those letters would be too pointless. Suffice to say, there have been many, each one, by the way, getting heavier and heavier and more exasperating to download, especially when what finally shows up on the screen is a recycled hoax with unnecessary graphics added.

And many of these have arrived in my inbox via the relatively innocent attempts of good people to act compassionately, and never to check before clicking on "Forward", even though a swift and simple check via Google lets us know that this particular case, like so many others, is a hoax.

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