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It was fun, once. Ruthless hedonism, uncaptivated by harsh experience. When I was first on top of the world, when I first had presidents and kings bowing at my feet, I reveled in the power. When legions of women fought each other for the privilege of being used by me for a night, I sat back on my throne (I had a throne, then), happily immersed in the drama of Which One Would I Sleep With (no ugly girls need apply). The wealth of Croesus was mine, the health of an Olympic athlete, all mine.

What good is it?

What good comes of gain without effort? All my dreams are reality, precisely as I had envisioned them. There is no catch. I am the catch.