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Monday, July 17, 2006

 

The Mirror: Beautiful, Strange Committees

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Oh, so that's your excuse.
W: That's my excuse for talking to you: that I wanted to, that I needed to.
M: I can tell you when Dorothy Parker lived and died.
W: When did Dorothy Parker live and die?
M: Thanks to you.
W: I had nothing to do with Dorothy Parker's birth or death.
M: Name all your household implements Hello, and the confusion stops.
W: Hello?
M: Oh no you can't.
W: I can't go out and come in again?
M: How is your character?
W: Which one?
M: As a category.
W: All my characters have elements of misanthropy.
M: You don't believe in empathy?
W: It doesn't matter whether I believe in it or not, the point is to act.
M: What can I say?
W: Say something reassuring.
M: One.
W: We are all one.
M: Anything but that!
W: You are such an individualist!
M: That leaves a wide-open field.
W: Well, at least I didn't call you a rugged individualist.
M: We are all one.
W: Have you had an epiphany?
M: Synaesthesia?
W: Yes, it is something like that, from all accounts.
M: Well, at least I didn't call you a rugged individualist.
W: That would have been too much like the Marlboro Man.
M: No, none of the assembled company would do that.
W: There are more of you?
M: Yes, it is something like that, from all accounts.
W: Are you a hive mind?
M: Isn't that a little unusual?
W: Not for bees.
M: No thing.
W: The bees are thinking of nothing but coffee tables.
M: My memory is selective.
W: Can you remember info better in a chart or a table?
M: The "how" would be your responsibility.
W: I can make a very nice, neat chart for you to follow.
M: What do you wish you could forget?
W: The entire world of suffering, perhaps?
M: OK.
W: Done, and done.
M: You must have been paying attention to your own words instead of mine.
W: You chastise me.
M: No, don't pick it up, let it lie there reminding us of a whole trajectory of ideas.
W: I won't take it in.
M: What did you tell me?
W: I have been telling you a lot for some time now.
M: Maybe.
W: Are you saying that my end of the dialogue is paltry, puny, picayune?
M: I would rather keep that to myself for now.
W: Smart move!
M: The current day shares many elements with 1997.
W: That was nine years ago.
M: Smart move!
W: Yes, I kept it factual.
M: What about thoughts that one needn't remember?
W: I guess we can dispense with them.
M: That was nine years ago.
W: Nine times nine.
M: Yes, lots of advice.
W: Is nine an advice-giving number?
M: Done, and done.
W: Overdone?
M: How about a twelve-course supper?
W: No, I am trying to lose weight.
M: Am I attached to it, or do I relish it for giving me a particular sense of lucidity concerning my condition?
W: Are you attached to your weight?
M: Suppose, just suppose ...
W: Suppose it were as easy as an eyeblink to lose weight.
M: Yes, I really think you are terrific.
W: Don't try to butter me up, I'm not buying it.
M: We don't see it like that.
W: Are you speaking for the committee?
M: As if a newcomer indeed in a foreign land, where all seems beautiful and strange.
W: I wonder if there are any beautiful, strange committees?
M: I need an answer.
W: My answer is that the strange and beautiful don't function that way.
M: I choose this table.
W: What will you rest on it?
M: You probably thought I was making an intellectual point, leaving when I did, but the fact of the matter is I had something to do.
W: I didn't know you had left, I thought you were still here.
M: I want to hear, why no more wisdom.
W: The wisdom well has run dry.
M: Very down.
W: Down and out.
M: Well, when there are minds inside minds and no flowers it isn't not so.
W: Too convoluted.
M: The wisdom well has run dry.
W: Momentum has dried up and left us flattened, on an obstacle course.
M: Something would have been unfulfilled.
W: Fill up the fountain, get the silver cup plated with tin.
M: Don't try to butter me up, I'm not buying it.
W: Would you care for some buttered toast?
M: It wasn't a response.
W: It was only half an answer, without the jam.
M: Would you care for some buttered toast?
W: I would like nothing better.
M: But in conforming to the truth it hides the truth.
W: That is not a teatime thought.
M: Yes, how did you figure that out?
W: It was very quick in arriving, there was no figuring.
M: Aren't we all!
W: Flitting about like bats on a hard surface.
M: No, a distraction.
W: Bats are never a distraction, they are the main attraction.
M: I think I'm hungry for the world.
W: So go out to meet it.
M: Usually I know the date.
W: Today is Monday, July 17.
M: Bye.
W: Bye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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