He lived in a small rented house on a quiet street in the town where he went to college. He always shoveled his walk when it snowed and he always said hi to passing neighbors, and though he was young (he’d graduated only a couple years before) he acted like he was thirty-seven, and everybody liked him for it. And Brant liked that everybody liked him. When somebody told him how much they liked one or another of his good qualities, he reacted by striving to enhance that quality, so as to become nicer still. Nobody ever pointed out his bad qualities—which included gullibility, impatience, and a creeping smugness—because they thought it might upset him, and in this they were right. In Brant’s world, people did not point out others’ bad qualities. He grew up in the suburbs, hauled old ladies’ trash cans to the curb, and was named after a beach in New Jersey. He was not introspective. It didn’t occur to him that being universally liked might be a bad thing, or even illusory. He still worked at the college he’d attended, as managing editor of the alumni magazine of the business school.
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