Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace

by David Lipsky

And if it wasn’t savage, I would have had exactly an hour of a kind of greasy thrill about it. And then there would have been a feeling of utter emptiness. Which is the feeling of, “Now I’m back to being made of glass, what’s the next thing I’m going to find that’s gonna handle me just right?”