Thursday, August 9, 2012
the last book I ever read (Dave Eggers' A Hologram for the King, excerpt four)
from A Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers:
Alan slept well, not knowing why, and when he woke, the hotel phone was again blinking red. Alan listened to the message, from Yousef. He was leaving for a while, he said, and wanted to come by and say goodbye. He’d be there that morning unless he heard otherwise. Alan’s relief was great. A feeling of dread had crept up on him overnight, a sense that something had happened to his friend. This is the peculiar problem of constant connectivity: any silence of more than a few hours provokes apocalyptic thoughts.
Alan dressed and dropped through the atrium to the lobby.