B.M. has a statue of an owl in his office now. The owl has notoriously been used throughout history as a symbol of wisdom and intelligence. I wonder if he is trying to send a message to the rest of the people in the office. Something along the lines that he is smarter than the rest of us. That we aren’t worthy to even touch the air that touches the aura of his clothing. That he is a god among men, imparted with such a higher intellect that we couldn’t even possibly begin to understand how fortunate and yet trying it is to be him. That he only works this job to hide his greatness among the ordinary and mundane.
He would never outwardly thrust that belief on anyone, but maybe it is just a quiet knowledge that he holds to himself. Maybe the owl statue is his way of quietly laughing at all of us lesser mortals. Then again, maybe he just likes owls.
