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| | Outer Life: The Santa Ana Condition |
 | | To live with the Santa Ana is to accept, consciously or unconsciously, a deeply mechanistic view of human behavior. |
 | | She knows I hate the Santa Anas and she knows I'd rather live up the coast, far from the reach of the Santa Anas (which would, incidentally, place us far from her). |
 | | So as the winds from hell are blowing, as I'm clenching and unclenching my fingers in antsiness and uneasiness, she puts a happy face on the situation, urging me to listen to the song of the blowing winds, to breath the clean air, to pity those poor northerners, drenched in yet another rain storm. |
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