Ordering, I said, "A bit of this and a bit of that, please." She raised her eyebrows. "You know, all of this nibbling around the edges eats at the soul." I lifted one of my eyebrows. "I thought you were an atheist." "Guffaw," she guffawed. "Soul is simply self with a hole." I called the waiter back, "I'd like to change my order to a little bit more of this and a lot more of that, please." She smiled. "I believe you have perfected the art of ordering for the sake of our ancestors."