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Please don't read comments until you've read this. It is very short and fast to read. It is radicalizing. It is a good short story to send to your friend who needs to understand what capitalism is. LeGuin wrote this in 1973, cementing her status as Chad Supreme of Fuck Mountain. Bow before her might.
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This actually exposes one of the biggest reasons I dislike Harry Potter: ill-defined principles. Why are some people more magical than others? What form does that take? How do they do things differently? What sort of magic is involved in doing any given action? Why is it hard? Why is it easy? Nothing is every explained, and I'm not saying I need the science, I just need to know if lifting a car is harder than lifting a cup. And how is that determined and so on.