Culture / Article - Luring in the Garden of Love

A simple, dark-complexioned man in his sixties and a beautiful, blonde woman in her fifties. I observed them, interpreting their glances, smiles, gestures, nods, hesitations, and emotional reactions... and I wrote:

The man: No, madam. I study philosophy. It is the art of saying something complex when you are afraid of saying something simple.

The man: The greatest luxury for a poor person is the ability to convince themselves that they have solved their problems.

The man: Not at all. Because clothes cover the body, not the personality. A silk shirt does not turn a fool into a wise man.

The man: No... wisdom is not verified by your bank balance before it enters your mind.

The man: By admiring something he has no right to admire.

After realizing the cunning of her interlocutor and his great skill in playing with words, she wanted to uncover his hidden motives, so she said to him: Suppose I gave you enough money to change your life. Would you accept it?

After that, the woman felt that the man was targeting her with his words, but he possessed tact and acumen; he had successfully lured her in.