If he could read, which he couldn’t, he would see that the ancient can of food that he had opened was called Vienna Sausages. Oh, there was a picture of the meat on the can, he knew what he was getting into. But to appreciate the full effect of the false promise that was on the label was to at least have the semi-pretentious name of the product in mind …
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