There were moments after long suffering when what he wanted most of all (shameful as it might be for him to admit) was to be pitied like a sick child. He wanted to be caressed, kissed, cried over, as sick children are caressed and comforted. He knew that it was an important functionary with a greying beard, and so this was impossible; yet all the same he longed for it.
‘The Death of Ivan Ilyich’ by Leo Tolstoy / Quoted by Alain de Botton (Status Anxiety - P. 228)












