Talking about dexedrine and the bad breath it entailed: "Your mouth tasted like a long dead frog in a cloudy jar in biology when you first opened the jar".
and the last line of that remarkable section around page 200 to 300:
"...to find no one else there from the prior day except the same Service recruiter, looking even more exhausted and disheveled, who, when I came in and said I was ready for advanced processing, and gave him the forms from the homework I'd plowed through, looked from me to the forms and back again, giving me the exact kind of smile of someone who, on Christmas morning, has just unwrapped an expensive present he already owns"
David Foster Wallace, the pale King, 2011
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