Part II — Stories recounted over the years
My tea-prophecy1My Muslim professor-friend, Abul, once said to me in an Indian restaurant, "I highly appreciate your pen, but I truly admire your abstinence. You do not drink tea at all, whereas I take tea, the slow poison, eight times a day."
I told him not to worry. I said to him, "True, tea is slow poison, but its antidote — quick aspiration — you have in abundant measure. It will save you."
My lofty prophecy has come true. My professor-friend and tea are no longer friends.
TCE 8. 1973↩