You disappointed me! Who could recover from such an accusation? And who, for that matter, hasn't resorted to it at some point? We are beings who constantly disappoint and are disappointed. However, moralists have repeated it ad nauseam: disappointment is, above all, being a victim of expectations that existed only in our own minds. But what if that weren't the whole story? the author asks in these pages. What if, behind the dance of hope and disappointment, of expectations and their frustration, a true order of the world were unfolding, one that decides for us what we can and cannot do? And what if disappointing others were, above all, a way of escaping that order? Then, disappointing others would be a pleasure.
