It came as a shock recently to discover, in some long-abandoned cranny of this ravaged psyche, a residue of what felt like self-respect.
Any epsilon male sunk deep into middle age, and deeper into irrelevance, has no business caring what others think of him.
He simply assumes that, in so far as they think of him at all, they think of him with either contemptuous indifference or mild loathing. In this, they precisely mirror his feelings about himself.
Yet a fragment from an ultra-rare party
