“Why, he’s still been busy seeing his school friends. His phone has been ringing all this summer vacation. What have you done? Nothing! Nothing!”
“I’ve got something to do myself.” I objected, guiltily.
The strangeness of a great sense of guilt, which I had never felt before, overflowed with an immense weariness. The truth was, I just returned from a long trip to Malaysia and Sri Lanka. And I was afraid he knew that.
“You’ve got nothing, we all know that. Now listen carefully, the sooner you give up dreaming, the better. Don’t act as selfi shly as Bing. You aren’t going to make a fortune out of that fucking camera. Your mind is corrupted and rotten. You are useless, the worst of the worst!”