Dick was a cynic. Tell him that strenuous exercise was good for you, he’d insist it wasn’t. Tell him that proper nutrition was vital, he’d say “not so”. Demonstrate how supporting the local community was good, he’d flatly deny it. Arguing with him was an absurd notion. Banging your head against a wall would bring more satisfaction than talking to him about anything.
Dick’s long-suffering wife, when confronted by complaints against her husband, was a passionate advocate for him. She insisted that he was a genius, able to eviscerate anyone’s misbegotten beliefs.
The truth was, Dick believed in nothing.
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