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             Unaware of, and driven by, a powerful hidden, or white, memory 
              from my childhood, which had no obvious symptoms in my life, other 
              than a total disregard for ordinary trappings, I took leave of Dartmouth 
              College with two courses to go. I felt I'd earned it. 
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             Years later I would take secret pleasure in Bill Gates dropping 
              out of Harvard, and Tiger Woods dropping out of Stanford, because 
              I felt in good company, even though their company was quite imaginary. 
              Paul Allen, the cofounder of Microsoft, did ride in my taxicab a 
              few years ago, talking on the cell phone a lot, and I would have 
              said something to him had I not just been to the dentist. I kept 
              saying, "Agh! Aghh!" and pointing at my mouth. 
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             Earnestly recruited by a former salesman at IBM, where I had worked 
              as a computer operator and junior programmer at an earlier leave 
              from Dartmouth, I moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts, and attempted 
              to lead an ordinary life. I failed. My wife left me, (or her mother 
              did a repo, I'm not sure which) and enduring huge emotional storms, 
              stumbled into what I can only call a School for Jedi Knights. 
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