infinite jest

i always like looking for ideas for characters, for stories, but an annoying and impossible trait of mine is that i want it to be original. For instance a character that for ever looks at the remnants upon their soiled tissue. This has been in many books but originality, just needs to shift a little to be new. while reading David Foster Wallaces' Infinite Jest i, like so many others, found something beautiful: Steeply watched Marathe blow one nostril into the handkerchief. Marathe was one of the rare types who did not examine the hankie after he blew. i will be posting more about this book.