A politician who reads Flaubert, Dickens, Dostoevsky,
Balzac, Tolstoy, Stendhal, Melville
has a much lower chance of pressing the red button
than a politician who doesn’t read at all.
At least that’s what I think,
while sitting under the thick shade of
a cherry tree and reading Nikos Kazantzakis.
Maybe, the birds chirped in the tree.
Maybe, the dog in the yard barked, rattling its chain.
Maybe, the cat sleeping in the grass next to me dreamed.
Maybe, said the politician reading Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, and
Mein Kampf.
