I lie on the couch, reading quotes of a year old, loudly a sick loved one, lying next to and eating grapes. I get to this:

Before the meeting, the director tells: "Scientists have proven that the smarter an individual, the less she lives."
A secretary passes by and with an undisclosed annoyance: "Devil!".

I get up to check what is it that I am lying so cold and I realize that there is a pot cover under me. Further dialogue
I do not have a vineyard in my mouth.
I: I am lying on the cover of the pot.
L: Yes, we will live in Dooolgo