Some people have this amazing aura around them that makes you want to be near them. These people have older souls, are more complete than others, you can't help but like them.
They are the interesting of the world. The people that have lived through everything and instead of falling apart they continue to walk on. They live with this constant air of nostalgia and retrospect.
I don't understand them. They want nothing but to live contentedly in their small lives. I guess ambition is for the weary, the uncompletable and the seldom liked. Dissatisfaction is the price you pay to feel.
"The writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated loneliness, and a sense of local and global distress. The square, overpopulation, the bourgeois, the bomb and the cocktail party are variously identified as sources of the grudge. There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born." Renata Adler
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