You're not listening to a word I'm saying, aren't you?
- No, that's right. The last time I sincerely listened to you must have been sometime in 1902.
So, what have you been doing the past years, if not listening to me?
- I did a lot of thinking. You know, it seems to me that too much people spend time gazing back in the past these days. I'm thinking ahead and stopped looking back to sailing trips I've never made and squirrels I never could embrace because I frighten them. Mostly a bol of hot soup could bring salvation.
How can soup be incorporated in the story?
- While burning my thongue I wasn't able to be melancholic towards departed greatness, nor days of perishing with hunger.
Pas vrai!
- Of course. And afterwards I could only think about the consequences, how I would be forced to taste you lovely gâteaux just guided by my nose or how I would never have the chance to tell you how hideous your handmade baskets are.
