So, I’m waiting for this woman I met the other night. She said she would meet me here, and I’m thinking about our conversation - the only thing I know about her.
I was trying to impress her with my sympathy for human suffering, sincerity, and some knowledge of the arts. So, when she says something about nefarious characters in the city I let slip, ”How can people be so heartless. How can people be so cruel?” She just looks at me, so I say, “Easy. It’s easy to be cruel. Easy to say no.”
I mean that is straight out of “Hair” the rock opera, and I wasn’t trying to steal the line. If she thought it was all mine then OK, but if she knew where it came from, then I could just say. “Sure, I only quote what is profound,” or something along those lines. But she doesn’t let on, one way or the other and then she says she plays the oboe, wants to play in the opera someday. So I say “Ride of the Valkyries is my favorite opera.”
