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Life has always seemed to me like a restaurant,' said Peter. 'When you__e born, you come in and sit down...''Oh, my God,' said Brenda.'...and they show you the menu,' went on Peter, frowning at Brenda. 'And it__ a swell menu. It__ got everything on it. And they tell you that you can have anything you want, the rarest and tastiest and most wonderful dishes imaginable.''Who__ they?' asked Brenda.'They is a sort of waiter-cum-proprietor,' said Peter, 'and he represents organized society in the parable.''It__ a parable, is it?''Yes. So you study the menu and you pick out the dishes that appeal to you most. Some people pick more exotic viands than others, but everybody picks out something he thinks is swell and the waiter-cum-proprietor pats him on the back and says it__ an excellent choice. And you sit back and wait to be served. That represents the period of adolescence. ... Damn it, where was I?''You were adolescent.''So you sit and wait to be served your fondly chosen dish,' resumed Peter, 'and pretty soon the waiter comes in and what does he bring you? He brings you hash! "Hey," you say, "this isn__ what I ordered." "Oh isn__ it?" says the waiter who is no longer friendly. "Well, it__ what you__e gonna get." Now this is the important part. Some people meekly eat their hash. Some drown it with catsup and try to enjoy it.''I get it,' said Brenda. 'Those are the drunks.''But there are a few who say, "Goddamn it, I didn__ order hash and I don__ want hash and I won__ eat hash." They get out of their chairs and the waiter tries to push them back, but they say, "Get out of my way, who the hell are you?" And they fight their way into the kitchen while the waiter hollers and protests and there they find mountains and mountains of hash. But they keep looking around and pretty soon in odd corners of the kitchen they find the dishes they ordered, the rare and costly viands they had their hearts set on. And they eat __m and they enjoy __m and then they go out of the restaurant the same as the hash eaters do, but boy, they__e dined!'He threw down his cigarette and stamped on it. 'That__ all,' he said. 'Thank you for your attention.''Who pays the bill?' asked George with interest.'I don__ know,' said Peter irritably. 'That would complicate the parable to the point of chaos.''Who did you say the waiter was?' asked George. 'Organized society?''That__ right. A pale flabby guy with a walrus mustache.''I don__ quite see it,' said George.'I do,' said Harriet, sitting up on the day bed. 'I see it. It__ beautiful.''It isn__ so bad at that,' said Brenda.'You__e damn right it__ not.