11:30 p.m.
Life was nothing but a bottle , a diaper , burping , feeding , and washing . The robotic movements he demanded her to do to take care of him went on perpetually . His crying went on perpetually . Like with other late evenings that week , at 11:30 p.m. Saeng Seob and his seeing-eye dog took the 40-minute subway ride over to meet him , who would be waiting there in the terminal . Saeng Seob resented him some for quaking and thwarting the direction of his passionate river that most men felt , rode , and defined themselves from . Still , he kept the resentment mute . Being corrupted was a marginal thing when confronted daily with oceans of loneliness .