https://archive.org/details/The-Camp-Of-The-Saints-full It's a prophetic story about idealism and suicidal empathy. Now I know where this often used and paraphrased quote below originates from: >Your world doesn’t mean a thing. They won’t even try to understand it. They’ II be tired, man. Tired and cold. And they'll build a fire with your big wooden door. And they'll crap all over your terrace, and wipe their hands on your shelves full of books. > And they’ ll spit out your wine, and eat with their fingers from all that nice pewter hanging inside on your wall. Then they'll squat on their heels and watch your easy chairs go up in smoke. > And they'll use your fancy bed sheets to pretty themselves up in. All your things will lose their meaning. Your meaning, man. What’s beautiful won’t be, what’s useful they’ll laugh at, what’s useless they won’t even bother with. Nothing’s going to be worth a thing. Except maybe a piece of string on the floor. And they'll fight over it, and tear the whole damn place apart. > ... Yes, it’s going to be tremendous! So go on, beat it. Fuck off!” I did find it on Audible, so that's going to be my commute soundtrack for the next weeks.