"The sound of wind had become, for me, silence. When it went away, I was left with the squeak of the blood in my head and the aural glitter of all those little eardrum hairs quivering like a drunk in withdrawal."

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Source: A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again by David Foster Wallace, www.nytimes.com. 1997.

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David Foster Wallace was an influential American writer known for his complex narratives and deep explorations of truth and anxiety, particularly in 'Infinite Jest.'

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