Ross, declaring to himself in an empty room: I have a choice; to give up my wife, or give up my duck. I choose.........the duck.
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5 comments:
turning 8 allows for much more mature thoughts :)
I hear that's how Kierkegaard got started.
I expected him to give up his wife. What a ladies' man! (Didn't you ask him what he was talking about or where he came up with that?)
I didn't ask. It didn't seem the sort of moment one should disturb with a boring grown-up question.
At least he knows 'which side his breads buttered...'
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