Who sent you here? Was it on your own volition? Come, come! And do stay, why won't you! Stay here, monsieur, at Our Neat Little Milk Bar. I'm quite sure we'll get along; so long as you're a man of liberty. But, wait. I can tell by the look on your face - I've said something to put you under a state of duress, haven't I? I'm sorry, did I say man? Monsieur? O, dear. Well, those old habits do slip out. Ever since they changed Stirner's seminal work to Ego and Its Own, I've tried to be careful about those sorts of things. What's the matter now? Did I say seminal? Old habits, again. Old habits die hard, as they say. This glass of milk might do me the trick of shutting myself up. Glug. Glug. Well, there! I've shut up now. Glug. Glug. If I can do it; so can that Peterson fellow. Glug.
