A Radically Condensed History of
Postindustrial Life
by David Foster Wallace
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.
For more about David Foster Wallace (b. 21 febbraio 1962 d. Claremont, 12 settembre 2008)
Two-faced image from File Magazine collection
