XXI: “I really hated my life when I was a kid. You know the fat kid, the smelly one that nobody talks to except to cut down? No, of course you don’t. Well, that was me, anyways. My folks we’re out of it and I didn’t really have any friends. What I did have was this idea. This story that I couldn’t get out of my head except to write it down. So I did. Everywhere.”
Farinfoor barely understood a portion of what the man said but was not yet strong enough to argue. So, he waited patiently for his agony to pass and his vigor to return.
