|Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
||[Oct. 27th, 2006|12:11 am]
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Chapter One: Year of Glad
I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is conciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately recieved. I am in here. Three faces have resolved into place above summer-weight sportcoats and half-Windsors across a polished pine conference table shiny with the spidered light of an Arizona noon. These are three Deans-- of Admissions, Academic Affairs, Athletic Affairs. I do not know which face belongs to whom.