Uma

People must think you philosophers know all about the meaning of life. Do you, philosopher? Do you have all the secrets?


I’m trying not to take it personally, philosopher. I’m making a great effort not to despise you. And I’m not sure whether I’m succeeding.


Ah the mysteries of your trade.


This is my fancy Organisational Management cage.


My Organisational Management head is spinning.


Maybe I’m having a breakdown, philosopher. How do you know you’re having a breakdown?


I’m shedding my Organisational Management skin, like a snake.


My golden retriever husband. My cinnamon husband.


Is there a philosopher bride? Is there a Mrs philosopher?

I suppose you philosophers are all solitaries. Lone wolves.


What are philosophers like in love? What happens when philosophers fall in love?


Do you weep as you type, philosopher? Are you moved by your thoughts?


What did you die of? You never said.


I amuse you, but I bore you. I know that.