The
lemonade
which was poured into my glass
I treated analogously.
For a good fifteen minutes
I
held
the glass full of lemonade
suspended in my hand,
explaining it as being beneath my dignity
to drink from it,
and I transformed it,
to a certain extent,
into a sceptre.*
*Walter Benjamin, Notes on Hashish
© by Bob Rixon
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