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On Friday night my wife and I stopped for a drink at a specialty cocktail bar in Lincoln Park. She got a La Louisiane, which is like a Sazerac with vermouth, and I got a Brooklyn, which is like a Manhattan before Giuliani and Bloomberg ruined it.  Between the two of us we had less than 7 ounces of booze.  Total cost: $24.  Before tip.

While we sipped our drinks and took in the scene, Donn’ique (not her name) pointed out all the good looking people around us.  An idle “Where do all these people come from?” turned into a long discussion on the Nature of the Sublime.

Donn’ique wondered: does wealth beget beauty, or does beauty beget wealth?  And if beauty is a means to acquiring wealth and attracting other beautiful people, will Darwinian forces kick in?  Will the beautiful pair off and create more beautiful people, both in number and degree of beauty?  If they lose wealth, will they-- and their--offspring lose their beauty?  Or will the beauty ensure that a certain social standard is always met?

She’s very smart, especially with a glass of rye in her hand.

I posited, “Za combinashun o’ bofe.”  And then I passed out.