In the cafeteria at lunch last week a friend, telling me a tragic story, is overcome with emotion. Her eyes fill with water. I push a clean paper napkin across the table toward her. As she pats her eyes I quietly slip the plastic knife away from her and then say, "As she pats her eyes, he quietly slips the plastic knife away from her." We laugh together.
(cf. PrometheaAndMetafiction (2004-04-26), ...) - ^z - 2009-08-12