Brodie:You know how when someone lays with their back to you, and you lay behind them really close and you throw one arm over them?
T.S. Quint:It's called spooning.
Brodie:Yeah, but you gotta put the other arm somewhere. You can either lay on it or shove it between your bodies. The only other option is to stretch it above your head. But sometimes my arm pops out of socket when I'm sleeping like that. So I was constantly searching for someplace to keep my arm while still laying close to her.
Brodie:What do you mean, 'and'? That's like a metaphor for our whole relationship. I'm all out. I'll meet you at the food court.
Saleslady at Lingerie Store:[crying] I know exactly how he feels. Excuse me.
Those raised with such contradictory impulses are left unable to contemplate the stocks-and-suspenders lifestyle that is the purest manifestation of the competitive instinct, but they are equally unable to cast off the social-climbing aspirations that this lifestyle represents.
Their parentage and their culture teach them to at once hunger for the material goods that are the spoils of a small set of professions, but at the same time they distrust the culture of those self-same professions.
They are trapped between their rejection of the means and an unchosen but deep hunger for the ends.