Orin had spoken about his family at length, usually at night. On how no amount of punting could erase the psychic stain of basic fatherly dislike, failure to be seen or acknowledged. Orin’d had no idea how banal and average his same-sex-parent-issues were; he’d felt they were some hideous exceptional thing…Much of the stuff Orin said about his family was dull, gone stale from years of never daring to say it.
-David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest, pg. 737