Piece of meat innocently floating in brown sauce pierced by a fork.
- I will tell you, my dear, I will narrate to you this very paradoxical and ironic deed that at times just takes presence and happens. I-n l-i-f-e. I hope, you are listening to me and will not throw away your precious attention to my pathetic wine gulping. You see, at times I choke, since I started drinking only recently, therefore I cannot imitate a wine gourmet yet. - He tilts his head and finishes the glass in one go. - Why am I drinking wine? The majority, if they would become acquainted with my situation, would say: wine is not for you, pal, it is too expensive, and does not fit your muzzle. Ha-ha-ha! - Vulpe slaps his knees. - Do you know what I respond with, my dearest? Ah, how the world is so hellishly bizarre! Ah, how unstable it is! The world - a lottery, we are all hostages in a doorless casino, tied down to a huge, parrot-like, gay-coloured circle with diamond chains, and it spins, it spins, and we end up, end up... In different corners. Here, like me. - Klunk, klunk, klunk, wine glass filling. - I am the pure example of this biblical deluge. I was, I existed, I l-i-v-e-d. And what do you think? The stream threw itself into me, devoured, took me away, ravished, excruciated, and left me on the shore half-dead, and yet alive, when it could have killed me in dignity. I was re-evaluated! In other words, I was hit in the face and told: "My sincerest apologies."