A Meditation on Futility (and the Natural Law)
By Diogenes ( articles ) | Jul 24, 2003
A thought experiment. Imagine that two men in their mid-twenties walk into a motel lobby in Somewhere, Ontario, only to face obstruction from a middle-aged Scottish proprietress of granite respectability, who demands to see evidence that they're married before she rents them a room for the night. Flummoxed, they sheepishly walk for the exit door.
"You should be ashamed of yourselves, not married and all!" she says. "I run a respectable place here."
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