A DOG'S LIFE

COMMENT:

You know how it is. You are having a quiet evening in with a friend discussing string theory. The fire is blazing, the Armagnac chilled. Between your fingers a smouldering Gringoista, on your lap a notebook in which you make quick computations of gravitational fields. Your friend makes a little joke about the inconstancy of Planck's constants. You chuckle and note it down. Then suddenly your friends falls mute.

You look up from your notes. The sight is appalling. Where only seconds ago there sat a reasoning homo sapiens, a figure with whose manner and face you were

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