As someone who tried to do a fifty book challenge and failed miserably the previous year, I now hold a special sort of contempt on people who put such a big emphasis on reading a lot of books. I didn’t even make it forty and I’ll be damned if someone tries to tell me that they love and/or appreciate books more than me.
The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you’re not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It’s a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society. Enturdment?
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