“Their stubby fingers clutch a book by Ray Dalio or Ant Middleton or Robert Greene the way Nosferatu would hold a victim, and from the corner of your eye you can see them staring at you. They’re a child who’s just vomited and appears in their parent’s doorway at 3 in the morning like an apparition from Macbeth.”
“Reading this felt like being injected with LinkedIn.”
“I am 71 years old and I've been waiting a few decades for someone to write this. Your article was my first read this Sunday morning. My coffee tastes sublime. All is well.”
“I’d started copying my favourite bits to quote in the comments but there were just too many. Excellent read. Completely agree with so much here.”