From: Joy by Zadie Smith (edited)
His most endearing quality was his generosity. For the length of one night Smiley would do anything at all for you.
Find you a cab, walk miles through the early morning streets looking for food, hold your hair as you threw up, and listen to you complain at great length about your parents and friends — agreeing with all your grievances — though every soul involved in these disputes was completely unknown to him.
Contrary to your initial suspicions Smiley did not want to sleep with you, rob you, or con you in any way. It was simply intensely important to him that you had a good time, tonight, with him. “How you feeling?” was Smiley’s perennial question. “You feeling it yet? I’m feeling it. You feeling it yet?” And that you should feel it seemed almost more important to him than that he should.