I use the presence books or an e-reader in a home as a barometer for how much have in common with the people in it. I’m not a snob about it, either. I don’t care if its Harry Potter or obscure volumes of post-structural literary criticism. Just read, please.

The ludicrously tragic? The tragically ludicrous?

I’m sure Charlie is looking up at them with pride.

The important thing is that you found a way to appear superior to everyone.

Would he prefer “burn out the rich”?