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Friday, June 23, 2006

 

The Mirror: The Category of Madmen

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: What category do you think he falls under?
W: The category of madmen.
M: I don't understand but I hope humanity does not prevail.
W: Our common humanity must prevail.
M: Now wait a minute.
W: Yes, I disagreed with you.
M: It's noticeable?
W: I noticed it.
M: Do people try to butter you up?
W: I wish they would do it more often, and then pay me.
M: See, she's not laughing now!
W: Does she laugh in the merry month of May?
M: Why this anguish?
W: You saw through me, as if I were Dorothy Parker.
M: If the date is unidentifiable, let's accept that as reality.
W: I can tell you when Dorothy Parker lived and died.
M: Did the experiment work?
W: It's not an experiment, all I have to do is access Google.
M: You must be very unselfish, then.
W: Google can be used by all humanity.
M: I wanted to tell you about Wallace Stevens' speaking voice.
W: Please describe it fully.
M: I do like popular culture, to an extent.
W: Wallace Stevens was never really part of the popular culture.
M: Please describe it fully.
W: All you have to do is see Pixar's latest movie.
M: Since he doesn't really exist, there is nothing interesting to talk about or to ponder.
W: Wallace Stevens continues to exist, on paper.
M: Look at our genteel friend, St. Thomas.
W: What is St. Thomas doing?
M: You are very hard on people, I must say.
W: I disagree, I ask very rudimentary questions.
M: Does she laugh in the merry month of May?
W: She must do.
M: Yes, I have not gotten very far back, just to 1997.
W: Dorothy Parker was no longer with us in 1997.
M: This is something I can't talk about.
W: Dorothy Parker (1893-1967) was part of the Algonquin Round Table.
M: Did the experiment work?
W: The Round Table would have to answer that.
M: No, just the movement.
W: Was the Round Table a movement?
M: Right.
W: What kind of a movement was the Round Table?
M: Speaking the unknowable language that expresses what is inside me.
W: That is a very idealistic rendering of the Round Table and its aims.
M: What did the fireworks do?
W: They made things more dramatic?
M: There is an ordinary social pattern, of greeting and parting.
W: Do you wish me to part?
M: Stage fright.
W: It's OK, I know how to depart gracefully.
M: So you wouldn't bother to fly.
W: No, I will just say goodbye.
M: You don't believe it?
W: I do believe it.
M: There is a noise.
W: What noise?
M: What kind of a movement was the Round Table?
W: I am too distracted to answer.
M: Madness, Loch Ness.
W: I know, it is madness.
M: The Round Table would have to answer that.
W: I must go.
M: I have eaten Crackerjack, on occasion.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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