Chances are you have a job. Chances are your job sucks. But you’ve learned a few things from this job, mainly, YOU DON’T LIKE BEING AN EMPLOYEE!

They were there, but they were sitting as silently as everyone else, their eyes fixed on you, trying to support you with their gaze, as if a gaze could ever support anyone.

Delhi came as a shock. There were so many people, and oh, the traffic.

Tits and cunts and legs and lips and mouths and tongues and assholes! How can I give up what I have never even had, for a girl, who delicious and provocative as once she may have been, will inevitably grow as familiar to me as a loaf of bread?

Written By Philip Roth

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