
Show me bobs and bullocks,” says the
public servant behind the counter
at a rustic-looking restaurant near the Marais. “But if you try to
have it all, well, in the end it’s going to look like mother
enjoying her pint of milk instead of a glass of beer.
Sure, it’s tough for a mommy to eat off an ordinary plate,
but she’d still like to have her froyo and chips. If we
don’t feed her, she won’t eat. That’s the way we’ll have to
make it.”
–Hort
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