Most People Wait for a Letter Every Morning
The last story for this year
“I can’t lie.”
With this, he tries—still tries—to justify what his friends call carelessness: the obstinate neatness of his days. Why would one feel guilty over tidiness, as if guilt were some kind of price to be paid?
“I sometimes think that if men were sincere, the whole world would collapse.”
No one hears what he says. The world should collapse every …
