<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Snippet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked across the asparagas at my adversary. That, in this town, is what you call the person sitting across from you at a dinner party, whether you've met them before or not. Unless, of course, a romantic interest supervenes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was chattering to the lady on his left, who was bending his way and listening as if spell-bound. A scotoma of candle flame interrupted a view of his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I think immigration represents a brain-drain for the mother country, ' he said, roundly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amazing and very clever. Put that way, it seemed less an affront to cherished liberal, American values. Speaking only for myself, I do not feel people should air their extremist views at dinner parties. It bodes ill for digestion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, ' he continued, unflappably, 'should the brightest and most energetic be encouraged to emigrate? And the prisoners and gang-members? Shouldn't they stay home and help build their societies for the betterment of their people, create a stable middle class and not flood the labor market here? Or receive their due? Must everything be about money? Must ideology always triumph over reason? Must opportunity always imply 'elsewhere? ' Can't it be created elsewhere? And, as for AIDS, can't we just export the meds? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blasphemy! Annoyed by this sort of illogical 'back door' conservatism, I said, leaning forward, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You must be a Republican.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I voted for Obama, ' he said, curtly. 'And even if I were, do you guage the validity of an idea by the political party of its advocate? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This I found evasive in the extreme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stick to the point, ' I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At that moment the soup arrived...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463559" data-title="A Snippet de Morgan Michaels" data-description="I looked across the asparagas at my adversary. That, in this town, is what you call the person sitting across from you at a dinner party, whether you've met them before or not. Unless, of course, a romantic interest supervenes. He was chattering ..."></div> </div> </div>

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