“When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely 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, brief interviews with hideous men.
just came across this in the comments of this lovely flavorwire post. this book has taken me months to finish because i keep having to take a goddamn break from it. in a good way.
(via meaghano)
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