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There are a great many "great books" that are abject bullshit. Robert Persig, for example, knew jack shit about zen and knew jack shit about motorcycle maintenance (favorite part of the book: where he runs out of gas then realizes that his motorcycle, like every bike ever made, has a reserve tank in lieu of a gas gage). I was incapable of reading the Cliff's Notes for anything Jane Austen.