I worked in an office with a prototypical loud talker. She would just gab and gab on the phone with her clients, and she gave away all kinds of ghastly personal information in these conversations (one really memorable one involving a sex party where people made plaster casts of their genitals), and she had a hideous high-pitched falsetto voice, and it was just torture. Polite requests to her and complaints to management didn't work, she simply couldn't help it.
And then the loud talker started finding transcripts of her conversations in her inbox, word for word write-ups of her ceaseless chatter, with the really embarassing bits in bold caps.
"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." Thomas Pynchon, GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." Philip K. Dick
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