Sunday evening.
Dad: What’s today’s date?
Max: December slash thirteen slash two thousand nine.
Published Monday December 14, 2009
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I think this NYT article "Writers as plunderers" is better than any explanation I can hope to give:
http://www.nytimes.com/1998/10/24/books/writers-as-plunderers-why-do-they-keep-giving-away-other-people-s-secrets.html
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