We’re Only Human

“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human … is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.”

— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

Not only does this quote remind me of my great failure this summer to actually complete Wallace’s uber-novel, it also reflects my state of mind this week, not a state of mind that makes me feel anything close to inner peace, to put it mildly: I’m hoping to cure myself, at least momentarily, with a weekend of sleep, generous sips of whiskey, and mindless dvd viewing of Weeds or The Tudors (or whatever Netflix deigns to send me with their damned “very long wait” fatalism) in between bouts of grading.