In de ongoing serie Liedjes in je hoofd, hoe gaat dat? Ik lees in Collected Stories van John Cheever het verhaal The Summer Farmer:
When Kasiak harnessed the mare to the cart, Paul again asked him her name.
‘She has no name,’ Kasiak said.
‘I’ve never heard of a farm horse without a name.’
‘To name animals is bourgeois sentimentality,’ Kasiak said, and he started to drive away.
Paul laughed.
Nou ja, en dan heb ik dus een liedje in mijn hoofd.
