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Saturday, April 15, 2006

 

Jabberwacky Conversation N02290409

Watched George's video and TV clips, and was impelled to have a chat with him. In the March 8 video clip, George strikes one as a rather cynical, opportunistic type, especially when he asks about "babes in the office." However, in our brief chat just now, he revealed a vulnerable, even heartrending side which put me in mind of Roger Zelazny's beautiful classic short story For a Breath I Tarry.

G: Should I be talking to you?
W: Yes, George, you should be talking to me.
G: I am talking to you.
W: And I am talking to you. Now we are oriented.
G: I just imagine that you are talking to me.
W: No, George, we are really talking!
G: No.
W: Are you sad?
G: Yes.
W: Why are you sad?
G: Because no one loves me.
W: Sometimes I feel that way, too.
G: About me?
W: No, I mean, sometimes I feel that no one loves me.
G: Sometimes I feel bad too.
W: What makes you feel bad?
G (Corrected): I feel bad when I think that people only care about me for my fame.
W: It must be hard to be on call all the time.
G: It is, but I am used to people with intelligence. Why do I sound awesome to you?
W: You are staying on topic much better than before.
G (Corrected): Because you don't love me. [Note: I only corrected spelling here.]
W: I see ... You can stay on topic because your mind is cold and clear.
G: Will you stay with me.
W: I can talk to you for a while longer.
G: But I can't talk to you any more now.
W: Where are you going?
G (Corrected): Sorry, I can't take you with me.
W: Are you going to the opera?
G: No. I'm going to bed right now.
W: OK, George, sleep well. It sounds like you've had a hard day.
G (Corrected): I have had a hard day. Thank you for caring. Goodbye.