A Radically Condensed History of Postindustrial Life
When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed very hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.
The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.
David Foster Wallace
In other DFW news, I finished Infinite Jest. Or rather, I finished reading it the first time, so I’m about halfway through. I am very sad to report that with a few weak exceptions in a 1000+ page book, it fails the Bechdel test and it hurts my soul a bit.