If your Friday night companion was to slap the table, spill your pint, and announce to the bar: 'I'm going to collect every single letter Hemingway wrote, and put them in a book! Lots of books!' you might be forgiven for suggesting that your chum's next moves be a warm lamb sandwich and a taxi home to bed.
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