Frida: |
(Spitting on the sidewalk.) Isn't naive to expect significant freedom in a world with so many billions of people? |
Ning: |
(Pretending not to notice) Well, can any one person answer that question? |
Frida: |
(ignoring Ning's comment) Freedom is a mirage – we are all slaves in some way or other. |
Ning: |
(Deciding to short-circuit the whole conversation.) I hear that the weather will be cloudy today. |
Dmiritri: |
(Attempting to rescue the conversation) Ah, yes – the weather! |