No Longer Human ( PDFDrive )

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"What kind of problems?" I really had no idea
what he was driving at.
"Isn't there something weighing on your heart?"
"For example?"
"'For example'! What do you yourself want to
do now?"
"Do you think I ought to get a job?"
"No, don't ask me. Tell me what you would
really like."
"But even supposing I said I wanted to go back
to school . . ."
"Yes, I know, it costs money. But the question
is not the money. It's what you feel."
Why, I wonder, couldn't he have mentioned the
simple fact that the money would be forthcoming
from home? That one fact would probably have
settled my feelings, but I was left in a fog.
"How about it? Have you anything which might
be described as aspirations for the future? I suppose
one can't expect people one helps to understand how
difficult it is to help another person."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm really worried about you. I'm responsible
for you now, and I don't like you to have such halfhearted
feelings. I wish you would show me that
you're resolved to make a real efifort to turn over a
new leaf. If, for example, you were to come to me to