My friend says that the end holds nothing more.
I hope he’s wrong.
We’re reading a book full of dreary pages, all conversations in parlors between characters with impeccable etiquette and dreams of marrying each other.
I tell him that I still think it’ll all be worth it in the end, that an earthquake will shake things up or that aliens will show up with laser guns blasting.
He says he has a feeling that the last page will end with a whimper, that nothing much will change.
Well, why are we reading it then? We should just quit now!