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A Modern Intellectual

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KomradApex

Published: Apr 17, 2014

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I've been to Harvard
Which, of course, means that I can
Tell you what to think

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Intellectual elitism is the Western world's greatest chink in our rapidly shattering armour. I've said it before, I'll say it again: having book smarts does not automatically make you a better or even wiser individual.