“Dear Lisse, Psychiatry’s a gold mine! I ask you . . . High unemployment. Boredom. Low self-esteem. I’ll have clients beating a path to my door. Your loss is my gain. Good-bye, dear Lisse, dear Benta.”
I know that this situation is not ideal and people do not want to live under these conditions.
Therefore, Rich’s comment about benefiting from the suffering of others shows that he is insensitive.
The Game- Chapters 3-5
A sudden roar drowned out the workers obnoxious remarks. We all turned in alarm toward the sound, in time to see something like a metal capsule shoot from the round tunnel at the end of the platform and screech to a stop. Doors slid open. The workers climbed aboard and the doors shut. The capsule screamed off to the right, leaving behind a strange smell of burnt dust and ozone. We were alone on the platform. We looked at each other and grinned feebly. So that was a train!
We hadn’t seen newspapers except for the tattered remains that blew about street corners, since we were only permitted to shop in government stores which didn’t sell papers. The page-one headline screamed at me:
CONGRESSMAN CALLS FOR STERILIZATION OF UNEMPLOYED
Underneath, the feature article began, “Problem of overcrowding becomes critical . . .”
By the time we had gone two blocks Rich’s knees were sagging and he was puffing so hard I thought he’d have a heart attack, so Scylla and I took turns holding the rear end while Alden took the front.