A Dentist Is Only Half The Doctor

We're No Longer Dealing In The World Of The Real In A Truthful Way. We're Interacting With Each Other In Shiny Homepages. I Don't Think That Makes For Honest Communication.

We Suffered Failures Of Imagination Just Like Everyone Else, Our Daring Was Wanting, And Our Daily Contentment Too Nearly Adequate For Us To Give It Up.

Why Shouldn't It Be That Way For The Rest Of Us? Why Not Just Go With It? Just Walk The Dog And Send The Tweets And Eat The Scones And Play With The Hamsters And Ride The Bicycles And Watch The Sunsets And Stream The Movies And Never Worry About Any Of It? I Didn't Know It Could Be That Easy. I Didn't Know That Until Just Now. That Sounds Good To Me.

The Whole Time I Was Writing, I Had To Fight My Normal Inclination To Be Funny, To Sort Of Patch Humor In, In Order To Convey All Of The Disruptions Of The Disease To The Family Dynamic, The Loss Of Individuality, The Impact On Professional Life, And The Sanity Of The Main Character. Of Course, That's Not To Say It Never Sneaks In; There's Some Black Comedy In There, Like When He Shows Up To Court Wearing A Bicycle Helmet And Won't Take It Off.

I Think One Of The Ways You Avoid Being Angry Is To Avoid Being Angry At The People In Power. They Might Do Crappy Things, And Piss You Off, And Make Bad Decisions, But They Shouldn't Be Hated Simply Because They're In Power. And I Thought It Was Important To Humanize Them If The Book Was Going To Be Even-handed To All The Different Ways You Encounter People At Work.