How gratifying to be there when arrogance collapses. How much more so to be the instrument. (Alfred Gillette)
I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?
Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.
There'll come a moment when you think you can make it, and you'll try.
Life is extremely complicated.
You're on your own now. You are not helpless. You will find your way.