George Saunders

And I could feel it.

I could viscerally feel it.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, again, in the local sense...

I think about when our kids were little and I was working and it was a great job, fine, tech writer, you know.

But, and this is maybe a fact of contemporary life, for 10 hours a day, I was doing something that had no relation to anything that I cared about, except providing for, you know.

So within that workspace, I would do whatever, I was photocopying, I was, you know, mopping up spills.

I mean, it didn't really matter, writing technical reports.

And so when I think about that thundering of the body, I think of that.

Now, again, it's part of this huge system that you're alluding to.

But I think for the individual, the journey through capitalism, and especially I think in my lifetime, it's become one of increasingly handing over everything to sustenance.

And as corporations become so powerful, the feeling that...

I want to have you read one more part from actually that same page that I think also gets at an interesting way in which you make this argument through his voice.

Right.

Whereas nowadays, folks padded past climate-controlled cases of out-of-season vegetables and fish from faraway seas and meat from animals who fed in meadows under mountain ranges whose names a person could hardly pronounce, thinking, yap, yap, yap, big deal, pork from Denmark, salmon from the Bering Strait, loaves of woven bread from Ferrara.

All of this is my right, when what it was was a goddamn miracle.

How had that bounty made its way here?

Did it walk?

Just magically appear?

Go waltz on someone else's feet, Henri.