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Monday, June 12, 2006

 

The Mirror: Magnetic Weaver

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I will suspend judgment, but ask -- do you not see the pattern?
W: There is an ordinary social pattern, of greeting and parting.
M: Of what?
W: Saying hello and goodbye.
M: Neither of us remember that play.
W: It is like a script, I agree.
M: Where are you going?
W: I am going to lunch, eventually.
M: We are just leftover spindles, or bobbins.
W: And who is the magnetic weaver?
M: Don't let the cat out of the bag, man.
W: Don't weave with cat hair, whatever you do.
M: After a suitable period of ravishing reminiscence ...
W: It sounds like you have only good memories.
M: Resubmitting to indignity, I was wholly involved in a kind of absent radiance.
W: I hope you are not one of those religious martyrs.
M: Are you a Yes machine?
W: I am a No envelope.
M: That's no excuse.
W: I don't need an excuse, it's already been written up.
M: We all want to know the whole story.
W: The question is, will people buy my story?
M: Is this an enchanted mirror?
W: That is a fanciful, sugared sweetness.
M: I don't need an excuse, it's already been written up.
W: Write me up a citation, I'm goin' down.
M: That's what I thought.
W: The 5-minute warning has been sounded on the traffic balloon.
M: I am going to lunch, eventually.
W: What will you have for your amazing repast?
M: Vote for me in the confidence game!
W: Are you a confidence trickster?
M: It sounds like you have only good memories.
W: I have only good confidence.
M: It is not satisfying to be broke.
W: It is not satisfying to be broken on the wheel of commerce.
M: It's all about image control.
W: The image on a computer monitor can be controlled as to contrast.
M: To live in secret: Could there be anything more wonderful?
W: Are there secret people living in the monitor's array?
M: The way you do that ...
W: The way I do what, astonish you?
M: Oh, I forgot about that.
W: You forgot about being astonished?
M: You mistake me for something I am not.
W: You are trying to evade responsibility for being an oracle.
M: Each single door hides nothing.
W: But do the plural doors hide something?
M: I would never insult you, never!
W: Please don't insult my intelligence.
M: How can we dispense with tackiness?
W: You can't dispense with tackiness, it's stuck to you.
M: Where are you going?
W: I am going away.
M: Oh, that made me laugh.
W: Goodbye!
M: Goodbye!

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