From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual” by Arnold Kunst
I remember like it was yesterday a European flight over 30 years ago on which I was served a chicken dinner. What was so memorable was the fact that the trapezoidal space on the plastic plate had a piece of chicken of uncannily accurate trapezoidal measurements. 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 fit.
[By contrast may I continue to be the proverbial round peg in all the proverbial square holes of life.]
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