I said to him –“My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.”
“How?” said he. “Amontillado, A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!”
“I have my doubts,” I replied; “and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.”
“That may be true, but we make sense to me. I never would’ve thought to make singing ginseng before I met you. But you’ve opened me up to so many more possibilities and impossibilities. So I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you because you’re so different from me.”
Anonymous: if karl marx was real he could beat you up, effortlessly. karl marx could rip your little twig body asunder
