All the things Ove’s wife has bought are “lovely” or “homey.” Everything Ove buys is useful. Stuff with a function.
The little foreign woman steps towards him and only then does Ove notice that she’s either very pregnant or suffering from what Ove would categorize as selective obesity.
“Holy Christ. A lower-arm amputee with cataracts could have backed this trailer more accurately than you,”
Ove doubts whether someone who can’t park a car properly should even be allowed to vote.
“Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say,” said Ove.
Nowadays people changed their stuff so often that any expertise in how to make things last was becoming superfluous. Quality: no one cared about that anymore.