“You are so big. I know you personally. You are magnificent. It contributes to your greatness that we are friends. Are we friends because we are big? Yes, at this point in my speech I humbly put open questions. Is the friendship big? Oops, that was beside the point. I put a question which was devoid of sense. I’d rather talk about our ability to laugh at ourselves. Then I’ll finish thing off in a jiffy. We aren’t able to do such things. Well. But we can celebrate each other with such generosity that self-esteem seems like something unneccesary, something deeply personal we are not talking about because we are so generous. And big. Did I mention that. We are something very special, you see. There are many passing by in the street that we do not know. We don’t know them. They aren’t strange like us. They are normal. They are boring. They are not generous, anyway. We love other people when we write. And you understand what I write and vice versa. But I’m better at writing than you. Do you understand that? I’m better than you. Also at writing. And I’m more strange than you.”
