“… Every man, every woman, and every theory has a weak point.”
“Even Grandpa’s theory of chocolate?”
Heraclitus crossed his legs, the way he usually does when he is about to issue one of his pronouncements.
“Sure: it’s a fine theory, as far as it goes, but it is incomplete. It overlooks an important point. There are considerable variations in the universe of chocolate-eaters. There are milk-chocolate liberals. bittersweet fundamentalists, white chocolate latitudinarians, and hazelnut moderates. Not to mention the Gianduia-based Jansenists and the cherry-centered Boerians.”
“What about the Nutellalians?”
“The Nutellians are all mere Epicureans.”
“And those who drink their chocolate hot, from a mug?”
“Pure, metaphysicians, unless we take into account the whipped-cream variants.”
“What about me?” asked Heraclitus. He stopped and thought for a short interval, staring abstractedly at the ceiling.
“Grandpa says you are a Choco-Eastereggian maximalist.
- from Margherita Dolce Vita, Stefano Benni
