“The old
superman,”
I said. “I
am jealous
maybe,”
Rinaldi
said. “No,
you’re
not.” “I
don’t mean
like that.
I mean
something
else. Have
you any
married
friends?”
“Yes,” I
said. “I
haven’t,”
Rinaldi
said. “Not
if they
love each
other.”
“Why not?”
“They
don’t like
me.” “Why
not?” “I
am the
snake. I
am the
snake of
reason.”
“You’re
getting it
mixed. The
apple was
reason.”
“No, it
was the
snake.” He
was more
cheerful.
“You are
better
when you
don’t
think so
