“Is it possible that a stupid woman doesn’t exist?” “I didn’t say that: I said that as a rule you are better than us.” “I’m better than you?” “Absolutely, yes, and I’ve known it for a very long time.” “All right, I believe you, but at least once in your life, have you met a bitch?” “Yes.” “Tell me her name.” I knew what he would say, and yet I insisted, hoping he would say Eleonora. I waited, he became serious: “I can’t.” “Tell me.” “If I tell you you’ll get mad.” “I won’t get mad.” “Lina.”