excerpt from Prague, Arthur Phillips,
Like a dying man railing against an unfamiliar God, Mark kept asking, "Why?" And every academic question was merely a restatement of a more pressing personal one, one he had been asking nearly as long as he could remember thinking, one he was embarassed to ask even as he kept asking it despite himself, one he would only share with a friend while drunk or laughing:
Why am I unhappy in the era and place I was given?
It did not take a very long acquaintanceship before Charles labeled Mark "sad beyond help, unfit even for commodities trading." Scott, in turn, had identified the Canadian as "prematurely elderly."
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