Today's Aphorism, Jan. 18, 2010

One afternoon in the Neauveau Palais des Exhibitions, outside Geneva, I unloaded a truckload of beverages with an older fellow named Georges. He was a nice fellow who had taken some lumps, but we both had it in us to do the job in rhythm, quite nicely. When we were done, we stood by the side of the truck, and he said, "How will we do it, Jaamze, how will we find a way to give ourselves?"