nothing more than a pathetic lie.

أموت ولا أنتظر عطف أو شفقة أحد !

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

Not to sound too pathetic, but there have been long stretches where I haven't been able to get a job.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

The battered and pathetic thing that represented any claim to conscience I might have had turned away from me in disgust. Oddly, I couldn't blame it. I was disgusted myself. Disgusted at my weakness and my lack of resolution, at my refusal to see justice through in the name of the woman who had borne me.