Simone and I clattered back from our day-before-we-leave walk/run through the vineyards of Valros and encountered a village man slowly ascending the narrow street outside our front door. He turned when he heard our footsteps and smiled. We chatted. Well, Simone did; I listened. I catch about a third of the drift when the conversation's in French. He mentioned BP and how money rules. We lamented the rainy weather. He remarked that he took a walk daily, no longer smoked, and drank only water from the tap. He is 86. He also noted that people are living longer, and for what? He proposed "the Final Pill," a pill you take when you've had enough, a pill that puts you to sleep and gently kills you. Excellent idea. Big Pharma is probably already working on it in secret, under some sunny code name.
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