"The eyes are the windows to the soul," Basil said.
He already had five beers and could not see straight.
"Before we go any further. Through a regular window, one can see both ways. Does the same principle apply to soul windows?" Donny asked.
Basil thought it over. He had never been asked such a trick question. He was only repeating what he had heard before. He looked at Donny wondering how to answer the question.
At last, he asked, "what do you see when you look through my windows?"
"Your alcohol fumes are clouding it up, making sight impossible."
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