
"For a bunch of good looking people, you sure are boring and I can't hang around with that certainty because it dies with the day. A peculiar assessment, She said. Maybe, I continued, Yet even those that don't like me expect a lot. You think you deserve something, and you're mad, she said again and again. I was mad with the desire to believe in an absolute, and fingering the perils of such belief in my mind all day. Of course I deserved something, a million dollars an ounce and I couldn't give this much heart away. I thought that [...]