““His apartment was on the twenty-fifth floor and cost him $3000 a month. He was in his early twenties and had a stupidly disarming smile. “Welcome to my shabby shack!” he said, beaming. I realized that he was just a clean-cut boy, not too bright, understandably proud of his luck. It occurred to me that I’d had a better life behind me than he could ever hope to live: I had seen many more interesting things than he could ever learn from watching movies! It was unpleasant to realize that I had to feel my superiority over this kid in order to feel good and comfortable in his comfortable, spacious apartment.””
