The customary blizzard of pigeons wheeled briefly across…
““The customary blizzard of pigeons wheeled briefly across the walk and settled back around an old lady who fed them from a large, wrinkled, paper bag. “I heard a guy on television the other night,” Dillon said. “He was talking about pigeons. Called them flying rats. I thought that was pretty good. He had something in mind, going to feed them the Pill or something, make them extinct. Trouble is, he was serious, you know? There was a guy that got shit on and probably got shit on again and then he got mad. Ruined his suit or something, going to spend the rest of his life getting even with the pigeons because they wrecked a hundred-dollar suit. Now there isn’t any percentage in that. There must be ten million pigeons in Boston alone, laying eggs every day, which will generally produce more pigeons, and all of them dropping tons of shit, rain or shine. And this guy in New York is going to, well, there just aren’t going to be any of them in this world any more.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A satirical rant about a man’s absurd plan to eradicate pigeons, highlighting human absurdity and misdirected anger.
In simple terms: Man’s crazy scheme to kill pigeons shows irrational anger.
Question the logic behind extreme solutions.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- urban planning
- pest control
- public policy
- personal grudges
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- Why do we target harmless creatures?
- What does this say about misplaced vengeance?
The narrative may oversimplify complex ecological issues.