She's beautiful in her simple little way. She don't have too much to say when she gets mad. She understands, she don't let go of anything, even when the pain gets really bad. You had it all for a pretty little while. And somehow you made me smile when I was sad...You took a chance on a bruised and beaten heart, and then you realized you wanted what you had. I guess I should've been more like that. I should have held on to my pride, I should have never let you lie. I guess you got what you deserved. I guess I should've been more like her :/

Read the excerpt from david foster wallace’s infinite jest. my silent response to the expectant silence begins to affect the air of the room, the bits of dust and sportcoat-lint stirred around by the ac’s vents dancing jaggedly in the slanted plane of windowlight, the air over the table like the sparkling space just above a fresh-poured seltzer. the coach, in a slight accent neither british nor australian, is telling c. t. that the whole application-interface process, while usually just a pleasant formality, is probably best accentuated by letting the applicant speak up for himself. in this excerpt, the narrator is providing a, both objective descriptions and subjective commentaries. b. only objective information about people, setting, and events. c. only subjective responses to the things he sees and experiences. d. a compromised interpretation of events due to his unstable condition.