From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
15 November
I remember like it was yesterday a long-distance flight some years ago on which I was served a chicken dinner. What was so memorable was the fact that the trapezoidal space on that little plastic plate had a piece of chicken of uncannily accurate trapezoidal measurements, the one as plastic as the other. It was as if that chicken, the proud finished product of genetic engineering, had been tailor-made for this plastic plate, its ultimate residence. Like, it was an EXACT trapezoidal fit. By contrast let us pray that you and I - neither of us plastic - continue to be the proverbial round peg in all the proverbial square holes of life.
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