What’s that?
“It’s the tallest building in the world.”
Do you own it?
“No. I own the picture hanging on the wall.”
Fascinating.
“No. Not fascinating.”
Why not?
“Listen. These The little Prince-like conversations are boring to me to death. They can go on indefinitely.”
Can I buy the picture for twenty bucks?
“No you can not. It has great sentimental value.”
Why?
“Because this is the building in which I was flattered beyond ability.”
Flattered beyond ability. You can’t even say that!
“The barely visible and intangible life lies of my intellect took shape in the rooms here on the ground floor.”
The things you mention doesn’t exist.
“Still, you have to admit that my tie is pretty badly chosen.”
Mine too.
“But, after all, yours is tucked away in a box.”
I’m glad you remind me of that. I think my tie needs to be rolled out and rolled up again.
