February 11, 2005
THE LIGHT THAT CEASES TO FAIL
"Do you like rhubarb?"
"I like it in a pie."
"No. No. I said, do you like rhubarb?"
"Like in the book? Raw? No."
"Do you like rhubarb with strawberry in it?"
"Sure."
"Do you like it with an eagle in it?"
"Yes."
"You do?"
"No. I meant no."
"Do you like it with mice in it?"
"No."
"Do you like it with oranges?"
"Yes."
"Well, that makes sense."
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