My eldest brother and I work at the same firm, and as such are placed favorably for the sharing of lunch, or jokes, or mild whinging over silly callers. Occasionally, one of us will have planned well enough to have time to visit Dunkin Donuts on our commute; invariably, we buy two coffees, that the delight thereof may be shared and the morning brightened for both of us.
Having arrived ten minutes late today, amid the damp chill of not-quite-spring rains, I noted that it was the sort of day that made Dunkin Donuts coffee look even better than usual; most unfortunately, Peachy noted, that made it the sort of day when said nectar is impossible to procure.
Without the totem of caffeine to fix upon, we then were very easily led astray to discussions of other matters: cameras, court dates, and Kantian imperatives. We pondered the extent to which Peachy is a monarchist within an American democratic-republic situation. He really wishes for philosopher kings, but the trouble with philosopher kings is that anyone worthy to be one…would not wish to spend his days being one. Desire of such an office precludes worthiness to fill it, as an especial need for coffee precludes obtaining it.
On the bright side, should we ever find a worthy person, we have just the vehicle for his morning libation.