Sylvanshine had found himself locking eyes with thirty-year-old men who had infants in high-tech papooselike packs on their backs, their wives with quilted infant-supply bags at their sides, the wives in charge, the men appearing essentially soft or softened in some way, desperate in a resigned way, their stride not quite a trudge, their eyes empty and overmild with the weary stoicisim of young fathers. Reynolds would call it not stoicism but acquiescence to some large and terrible truth.
- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
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I should have included a disclaimer: I don’t think this describes any of you all, friends and family! It’s just very vivid and resonated with me. I’m sure you’ll see me strapped into one of those papooses too, eventually!