A selection fom ‘then we came to the end’ by Joshua Ferris.
-You don’t know what’s in my heart-
Karen Woo always had something new to tell us and we hated her guts for it. She would start talking and our eyes would glaze over. Might it be true, as we sometimes feared on the commute home, that we were callous, unfeeling individuals, incapable of sympathy, and full of spite toward people for no reason other than their proximity and familiarity? We had these sudden revelations that we were far from our better selves. Should we quit? Would that solve it? Or those qualities innate, dooming us to nastiness and paucity of spirit? We hoped not.”
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