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“To be fair to my competitors, Darwinian evolution is not the only explanation,” says the man in the pink outfit. He looks pale with his glasses half-broken and his face is a bit gaunt.

A few years ago, I went to pick up the 한게임 포커prize. I was hoping to buy some old records. Then, just as my eyes were drifting over the front of the room, I heard a voice I’d forgotten.

“This guy,” the voice said, “does this for no reason. He doesn’t pay attention, so he comes down and just takes everything. I’ve even had fights with his brother because his brother is having a problem getting any records.”

The younger man was in his early twenties, thin and skinny with a face covered in skin cancer. A friend had recently lost her mother, another woman in her sixties, to breast cancer.

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What followed was a strange, uncomfortable conversation, during which Darwin took time off work to pay his debts and go on vacation.

He had become, by now, completely divorced from his wife. Now he was trying desperately to stay alive for his son and son’s future. He explained why he had wanted me to come, to offer him advice. Darwin didn’t care why I was there: The problem was that he and his wife hadn’t planned to meet until the winner of a competition.

Darwin also didn’t consider himself a good judge of people. “You don’t tell someone who comes down and doesn’t pay attention that they don’t pay attention because they are bored?”

My parents had sent me to Darwin’s home for lessons, because I was a curious child. I was also an artist, and Darwin took me to the Museum of Fine Arts at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.

The most important thing to me was that he didn’t seem to be paying attention to me.

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