PLATO: "what's up, duck?"
DUCK: "quack quack quack."
PLATO: "I disagree. We must live our lives according
to rationally determined principles."
PLATO: "--now THAT was uncalled for,"
DUCK: "quack quack quack quack, quack."
PLATO: "sir, I demand (on account of my honor) that you retract that last statement!"
PLATO: "well, I've had enough of your slander, Mr. Duck--
and History will vindicate me, just you wait and see,
I'll... I'll write a book!"
(PLATO STORMS-OFF, IN A HUFF.)
DUCK: "geez, these philosopher guys, always getting so wound-up about everything."
(WITH A FINAL "quack", DUCK LAYS THE EGG OF CREATION, AND,
WADDLING, RETURNS INTO THE WATERS OF CHAOS.)
SIGMUND FREUD, SHRUGGING: "I guess sometimes a duck ISN'T just a duck, after all."