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It seems like there’s this moment in the unveiling of an argument or setup of a chapter in this dissertation where I get so frustrated and roiled that I just want to pack the whole damn thing in. No kidding. This time, with this chapter, was no different. But a moment arrived, how or by what intervention or otherwise I do not know. Around two o’clock this morning (or last night, however you prefer), something clicked. It’s not just that the words started flowing. Words always flow. It’s the strength and staying power of these latest words that is the difference. Strange. Or maybe it’s just the writing process. Either way, I’m thankful. Happy Thanksgiving, my American friends.