“So, you don’t think I’m strange?' he asks after a while. Suddenly, remembering why we’re in this situation, I snort to show him that I’m in no mood for a serious conversation. 'No. I’m the strange one.' 'No. You’re not.'… — Nikki Rae Copy Share Image
“found his conversation a strange mixture of self-laudation, showing through a flimsy veil of self-disparagement, and of satisfaction at the conviction that he was “saved,” combined with equally evident satisfaction that most other people weren’t — somewhat trying, however; and,… — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
