I remember one of the little kids who hung around my house watching me one evening as I made myself a plate of spaghetti. “You white people have such a variety of foods”, he told me. “All I ever have to eat is millet pate.”

“Now look”, I told him. “Are you telling me that if you could eat whatever you wanted, you would never eat pate?”

“Oh, maybe every once in a while.” he replied. “But every day, lunch and dinner? What misfortune!”

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