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Think
about
the
animals
used
in
product
testing
.
Think
about
the
monkeys
shot
into
space
.
"
Without
their
death
,
their
pain
,
without
their
sacrifice
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
we
would
have
nothing
.
"
I
stop
the
elevator
between
floors
while
Tyler
undoes
his
belt
.
When
the
elevator
stops
,
the
soup
bowls
stacked
an
the
buffet
cart
stop
rattling
,
and
steam
mushrooms
up
to
the
elevator
ceiling
as
Tyler
takes
the
lid
off
the
soup
tureen
.
Tyler
starts
to
take
himself
out
and
says
,
"
Do
n't
look
at
me
,
or
I
ca
n't
go
.
"
The
soup
's
a
sweet
tomato
bisque
with
cilantro
and
clams
.
Between
the
two
,
nobody
will
smell
anything
else
we
put
in
.
I
say
,
hurry
up
,
and
I
look
back
over
my
shoulder
at
Tyler
with
his
last
half
inch
hanging
in
the
soup
.
This
looks
in
a
really
funny
way
like
a
tall
elephant
in
a
waiter
's
white
shirt
and
bow
tie
drinking
soup
through
its
little
trunk
.
Tyler
says
,
"
I
said
,
'
Do
n't
look
.
'
"
The
elevator
door
in
front
of
me
has
a
little
face-sized
window
that
lets
me
look
out
into
the
banquet
service
corridor
.
With
the
elevator
stopped
between
floors
,
my
view
is
about
a
cockroach
above
the
green
linoleum
,
and
from
here
at
cockroach
level
the
green
corridor
stretches
toward
the
vanishing
point
,
past
half-open
doors
where
titans
and
their
gigantic
wives
drink
barrels
of
champagne
and
bellow
at
each
other
wearing
diamonds
bigger
than
I
feel
.
Last
week
,
I
tell
Tyler
,
when
the
Empire
State
Lawyers
were
here
for
their
Christmas
party
,
I
got
mine
hard
and
stuck
it
in
all
their
orange
mousses
.
