A good life is very much all about being specific;
everyone knows ambiguity leads to turpitude.
Perhaps we invented restaurants—
places where we participate in learning
to despise—because we couldn’t stand the silence
of the hearth.
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Whether it’s a tourniquet or a poultice,
small talk plays its part only if both parties believe
in the magic of innocuous prattle,
even if sometimes you have to destroy
evidence to the contrary—
no wonder an old heathen remains silent.
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