He sat in his suit, candy-striped, and poured the bag of beans onto the table.
“There’s a flavour here, the red one, that you’ll really like, and another, the blue one, that you’ll really hate. There are two that are good, one bad and four you’ll be indifferent to. You have to eat them all, and usually in handfuls, not one flavour at a time. That’s your life.”
“And after I Commence there are more red ones and fewer blue ones?”
“Oh no. There are just fewer bland ones, and you never get to the bottom of the bag.”
— from the musical HE SAID HE COULD