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From the Movie "American Psycho":

"There is an idea of a (name here);
some kind of abstraction. But there is
no real me: only an entity, something illusory.
And though I can hide my cold gaze, and
you can shake my hand and feel flesh
gripping yours
and maybe you can even
sense our lifestyles are probably comparable...
I simply am not there."

The Gold Pants Dance