Infinite Jest

"It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me," says Hal, "that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately - the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly."

Report from page 183/1079 of Wallace's Infinite Jest

I'm increasingly unsure that I want to dedicate much more of my life to this gigantic and grotesque novel.


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