“But what about the cup?” I say to Marguerite later. I want to know what happens to cups in a world of metaphors. Is it more true that a cup is the body and the soul or that a cup is a cup? I know a cup when I see one, but I am no longer certain about the body and I never knew anything about the soul. So (therefore) maybe I shouldn’t be so sure about cups. Marguerite says, “None of this is real.” I say, “That sounds like something Mitchem would say.” She shrugs. “Some of it is real.”
