“Yeah, I guess so.” He’d never put a label on it before. She indicated the bookcases. “I’m a fan, of course. I did several productions of theirs, of Ionesco’s, of Pirandello’s. There’s so much suffering in the world. So much pain. You get to be a certain age and you gain a collector’s appreciation of it. But, my Reid, are you protecting yourself? Or are you protecting your misery?”
