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- - - - "I would prefer not to."
      - "He remained as ever, a fixture in my chamber. Nay—if that were possible—he became still more of a fixture than before. What was to be done? He would do nothing in the office: why should he stay there? In plain fact, he had now become a millstone to me, not only useless as a necklace, but afflictive to bear.
  - - - If I may return to my earlier metaphor - you will excuse my putting it so coarsely - they are like a man who will, at the slightest provocation, tear off his suit and his shirt and run about screaming. In a word, "dignity" is beyond such persons. We English have an important advantage over foreigners in this respect and it is for this reason that when you think of a great butler, he is bound, almost by definition, to be an Englishman.”
- - - - "Increasingly, she found it difficult to be off-campus anyway. There were homeless people, and there were the attendant and assaulting smells, and there were machines that didn't work, and floors and seats that had not been cleaned, and there was, everywhere, the chaos of an orderless world."
      - "Mae had 441,762 watchers, which was a little above her average, but still less than what she'd hoped for while revealing Strenton's deep-sea discoveries. The other numbers displayed were unsurprising. she was averaging 845,029 unique visitors to her live footage in any given day, and had 2.1 million followers to her Zing feed.
    - - "The morning was busy, as Dan had warned her it would be. All the customers who wanted answers over the weekend certainly expected them on Monday morning. Mae worked against the flood until eleven or so. She'd handled forty-nine queries and her score was at 91... The afternoon was relentless, and her score barely reached 93. By the end of the day, she was exhausted, and turned to her second screen to find a message from Dan."
      - "Tuesday's morning's chute was lighter than Monday's, but the activity on her third screen kept her in her chair for the day's first three hours...The third screen feed dropped forty new InnerCircle messages every few minutes, fifteen or so OuterCircle posts and zings. Mae used every available moment of downtime to quickly scroll through, make sure there was nothing that demanded her immediate attention, and then come back to her main screen."
  - - - "Everyone wanted to be an Art Girl. I wanted to be an Art Girl."
      - "Because you hate your job...I don't hate it. It's okay...Obviously Jonathan kind of despised what I did. Maybe I did too."
    - - "I got up. I went to work in the morning. I got on the shuttle bus and looked out on the emptying streets...I walked through the quiet streets and bought a cup of coffee from the street vendor...I got up. I went to work in the morning...By November, I had moved into the Spectra offices"
        
        "I emptied myself, lost myself in the work. I got up. I went to work in the morning. I went home in the evening. I repeated the routine."
      - "You could lose yourself this way, watching the most banal activities cycle through on an infinite loop. It is a fever of repetition, of routine."
  - - - "What we get to feel at work, it’s all pretty much just pure undiluted badness. The only thing left that can be a surprise is when, even in the middle of badness, there is something not so awful mixed in there."
      - "The next day is more of the same."
      - "Maybe the problem is that I don't want a life. I go to work. I open tickets. I close tickets. When I get home my apartment seems empty."
- - - - "I had to get myself back in shape for the sake of the store. I had to restructure my body so it would be able to move more swiftly and precisely to replenish the refrigerator drinks or clean the floor, to more perfectly comply with the store's demands.
      - "I caught sight of myself reflected in the window of the convenience store I'd just come out of. My hands, my feet -- they existed only for the store! For the first time, I could think of me in the window as a being with meaning."
  - - - "Until one day you wake up in a hospital bed, attached to interfaces electrical, gaseous, and liquid. Your ex-wife and son are there... you have a moment of panic, as though you have never left the hospital, as though the last half decade of your life were merely a fantasy"