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	<title>Comments on: The Chinese Memory Palace in His Mind</title>
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		<title>By: Michael Lloyd</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael Lloyd</dc:creator>
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		<description>A close friend of mine died of this disease at the age of 47. His &#039;cell&#039; shrunk 6 inches a day for about 8 years until he was finally rendered trapped. The focus of intellectual capacity has to be weighed against the indignities of (very personal) nursing, financial insecurities, lessening of basic communication (including relaying for need to be itched, moving of limbs to lessen the pain of bed sores etc), and finally the absolute heartache of facing your loved ones most days with a mutual fear of &#039;this could be the day&#039;.

I would suggest to people who think anyone with this condition could possibly be termed &#039;lucky&#039;, to have a quiet word with themselves on their long flight back to Planet Zurg.</description>
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<p>I would suggest to people who think anyone with this condition could possibly be termed &#8216;lucky&#8217;, to have a quiet word with themselves on their long flight back to Planet Zurg.</p>
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