I'd hate to give the impression that the works of Douglas Coupland are essentially a string of vaguely connected smartarseries. On the other hand, this is from Life After God:
"One day I came home from the library, where I had spent the afternoon trying to make people feel middle class by scowling at them."
(And in response to all your kind messages, fine thanks, unless or until I need to go anywhere.)
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