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I was sitting in a cafe not long since, sitting in a companionable silence with my friend Bernard. Old hostilities were forgotten, but not to worry, there were new hostilities about to break out. Our drinks arrived. Mine, a flat white. Bernard’s, a pot of tea.
We drank. I pulled a face and complained that my coffee was badly extracted and had an unpleasant hollowness that