she could disown all those she knows. Poor thing, in the middle of a divorce, who wouldn’t want to be invisible in such a time? Well, maybe not invisible but rather in disguise. No one could survive the loneliness and neglect invisibility brings. But she should not be ashamed. A woman of such class should never give in. At least she keeps her dignity while she eats her tomato soup. She ensures that the spoon reaches her mouth, not the other way around. Ach, she will be just fine, I will let her vent as long as she wants. She can even cry in front of me I won’t burst into tears. I am not one of those people who imitate for no reason. I never yawn when exposed to yawning. The only moment I imitate is when I am nervous. And God knows that never happens. Well, not never, I mean, it must have happened once before otherwise I would not have known that nervousness triggers my need to imitate. But since I can’t recall the
last time – or the first and only time it occurred, it is safe to say it never happens. It is only foolish for someone who has nothing to lose to feel nervous. After lunch, if my best friend takes care of the bill, I will have spare coins to stop by the bakery and get some fresh bread for the pigeons by the lake. Just thinking about it makes me wish my best friend would drink and not eat her soup so that I can be on my way to save those precious pigeons from the hands of the civilized people. I cannot understand why they insist on feeding those creatures old bread. Even more puzzling is the pigeons eating the rotten thing! I nearly ate rotten bread myself once, but as soon as I noticed the green spot on the brown slice I quickly disposed of it in horror. Now, I know for a fact that those pigeons are not colorblind for scientists have been using pigeons in testing color perception long before I started
watching all those documentaries. But of course if the pigeons were exposed to rotten bread since the beginning of time who am I to question their pickiness? That is why I prefer the human race. Free choice. We can choose not to eat rotten bread. Still some claim, especially those old and tired philosophers, that we do not have free choice. That can’t possibly be right. The only way we can draw such conclusions is if we knew our superiors and their free choice. We know our inferiors: we know the pigeons, and their limited choice. But do we know our superiors and their fresh bread? My tuna sandwich is delicious. I love this restaurant. Clever are those who thought to put a restaurant in a department store. Women no longer need to visit two places to complete their shopping-lunch dates. Although I have noticed that many people only come here for the food. Now