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Heaven

Hotel Victoria is heaven for those who enjoy the discrete charms of the bourgeoisie.
My favorite guest is a man in his early fifties who appears to be a regular. He is always in the company of a newspaper and a dog.
This is how I picture happiness. But to be honest I could do without the dog. I would bring a goat.


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The problem with this kind of observations is, I believe, that you have to be able to just sit and enjoy your newspaper and dog/goat.
It's nice to spot happiness in others, but hard to recreate that happiness.

Your post also reminded me of the Beatles - Happiness is a Warm Gun. Which has a much easier to detect double meaning than your goat.
A goat, great idea.
You still can take it everywhere, no prohibitory signs for goats in resaurants.
Little chance of encouters with angry and/or horny items of the same species in public places in the Western world.
And persuing happiness is easier in the company of a scape goat.
Earlier this day I saw a lecture on happiness and the human perception of it in general. There was something about memory and something about experience. Time was very important as well.
a goat would eat your newspaper, i bet you know that