Reading Colin Wilson’s The Outsider, mentally checking books on his bibliography for more books to read before the lackluster ennui of my life crowds out happier thoughts.
“I’m never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don’t do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don’t even do that any more.”—Dorothy Parker, Here Lies (1939), “The Little Hours”