The Heart of Empathy

I made it to Beijing in one piece, armed with bottles of water and a big bag of snacks. If I were an enterprising type, I would have interviewed my seatmates during the flight, written part of my novel, and contemplated the mysteries of the universe — but, instead, I used those fourteen hours to sleep, chew on pretzels, and watch Captain America. Again.

Anyway. Here, folks, is a glorious piece in the New Yorker on, well, the Hulk. And, more importantly, empathy.

…ONE OF THE ONGOING PROBLEMS OF...